You know.. I've always been the kind of girl that couldn't get enough of the nature. Not many know that about me.. but when I was younger I used to disappear into the pit behind my parents house and just sit on top of this huge boulder and watch the sky.. and dream.
I would look at the colors that the sky created. Watch it's sunrises and sunsets and I don't think I ever looked at the same colors up there twice. For each day was filled with new meaning and a new sky. It instilled a hope in me, that life truly was full of endless possibilities. Endless moments. And endless color. And I could make of it whatever I wished.
It's funny how as children we can look up and see so much, so much positivity and so much light. Some along the way, we stop looking up. We see what we feel is realism. reality. and how unrealistic childhood fantasy is. But I believe it is us, adults that have it wrong. Anything truly is possible. And I'm starting the see that again.
Maybe thoughts work in cycles. Maybe skies are simply reminders of hope and opportunity..
maybe..
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