I love how nature simply is. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t conceal. It whispers, it sings, it reveals. It takes from itself and gives abundantly back to itself. It transforms but it never alters. It fiercely punishes but it also preserves and contains. Such raw magnificent simplicity and honesty in its processes. The entire verb “to be” freely flowing and teaching sustenance, truth and raw perseverance.

Every time you can’t find the right words just remember that most of the time there is no need to verbalize at all. There’s nothing more poetic than your own inner silence. There’s nothing more outstandingly beautiful or terrifying than the thoughts which are “stubborn” enough to find no expression at the time. Accept restlessness. Accept temporary incapacity of eloquence or mindful, concrete realization. Cherish complexity, confusion and silence. Cherish the current flow of your own being. What doesn’t immediately come out, stays inside; but that shall not scare you. Look deeply into it all. And have patience. 

It was a silly, silly dream being unhappy.