Life keeps happening.
The little water droplets on blue hazy gum tree leaves, peddling themselves off the pointy edge, down through the air, basketing into a pool of brown mash under the huge floral and blanketed trunks, white and smooth, thick and strong, like a god's arms sprouting out to hold the millions of lives in his palms.
You gotta' let things ride, let them pass by, let them come and go and come back again. Nothing is ever for certain, and sometimes life doesn't turn out the way we thought or the way we want it to. But you have to keep strong; if it is your time to tumble off the little gum leaf away from your fellow rain droplets, cavaliering through a wind tunnel to finally meet your new stage of life in the earth and soil, then it is. And only the wind and gravity can control that. Only life.
Somehow or another, regardless of the extent we go to, to try and change our future, make things happen.. there is a voice in us that tells us it will all be okay, and there is no need for splatted discharge of emotions and complication, you just need to trust in life.
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