"Sometimes
I just need a break in a beautiful place,
to stop,
listen to my heart,
and figure it all out"
There is nothing wrong
with giving yourself some time
to 'work things out'.
None of us are born
with the knowledge needed
to get through life,
we need to contemplate
how we will face our lives,
our future,
even ourselves.
As we go through life,
our personalities change,
our hopes,
our wants and, sometimes,
we just need time to "accept" who we are
and how we want to live,
even to work out 'how'
we will live or want to live.
It is Important to listen to ourselves!
This will help us mentally,
which will affect our lives
and those around us.
It is 'healthy' to sit quietly,
to just listen to our own minds,
working out our lives,
maybe even writing things down
because sometimes
seeing 'it' on paper
can help us "see" more clearly.
Besides,
we deserve this time
because each one of us is Special.
LIVE AND LOVE LIFE!
About the Creator
Ruth Elizabeth Stiff
I love all things Earthy and Self-Help
History is one of my favourite subjects and I love to write short fiction
Research is so interesting for me too
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