Ekta Somera

They called me a dreamer like it was a bad thing, until my dreams started to come true.

“You’ll meet a hundred different people who will describe you in a hundred different ways, don’t dwell too much on the kind of impression you make. Remember, there are a thousand paintings of the sun, but only one that rises and sets each day.”

There are stories only you have to tell, because there is no one who looks at the world in the way you do. There is no one else who listens to the whispers tucked in a soft breeze or understands the wilting petals whimpering. There is no one who feels the earth in the way you do. You are the one.

“When you feel like giving up sometimes, the universe connects like a dot-to-dot puzzle. You let out that sigh and a breeze carries it to the sky, whispering secretly to the clouds, but the sun listens and suddenly, the whole world is shining upon you.”

what on earth makes you feel like you're incomplete? you are crafted from the finest stars, with a built-in imagination, constantly time travelling through daydreams. you are marvelous and magical and curious and capable, a natural disaster, completely human.

You are never going to run out of books to read because there are always stories waiting to be told, and there are always going to be books you haven’t read yet that will change your life as they unfold.

There is a lifetime of stories trapped in an hourglass, instead of burying who you are beneath the sand, let a few grains slip through the cracks and allow flowers to grow. Others’ may live small lives, but not you. You are a rose bouquet in a snow globe, eloquent and unique.

Life happens, people miss things that will happen again. the autumn leaves dipped in honey, paint the sunset in a mess of red, yellow and orange. Most of the time we miss it and this happens everyday, that's how people miss people, they keep happening but never in the same way.

There are stories only you have to tell, because there is no one who looks at the world in the way you do. There is no one else who listens to the whispers tucked in a soft breeze or understands the wilting petals whimpering. There is no one who feels the earth in the way you do. You are the one.