She calls me Ate Micky. But i love her anyway.
And when she smiles, you can see right to her heart. She looks at you, eyes wide with expression, and a wave of calm passes over you. So simple and refreshing. So pure and heart filled. It got me thinking. When did I stop wearing my heart on my sleeve? Why did i ever decide to let my head fight with my heart and so inflict upon me endless complexities? You think just because you're older that you're all grown up. But I've come to find that in some cases, I've moved backwards, not forwards. Could it be that this kid, in her seemingly naive youth, is older and wiser than I in the ways of the heart? I've let my frustrations and thoughts grapple with my sanity so much lately that I've drowned out the sound of my heart. I forgot to listen. It's about time I paused to reflect on how to better live. How to put my heart into the things that matter. To drop my pride and anger and let love consume me instead. How to let the rate of my breath and the beat of my heart become more than just something physical. Because life's too short to be deafened by anything other than the voice of your heart.
"Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me"
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