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Every moment traveled down this road I find weary travelers who come to my side, accompanying me in a seemingly endless journey. Each traveler has a story and destination as unique as the shoes they wear and soul they possess. Gradually they hand me a new trinket, something found along the way that they decided to bestow upon me. A “something” that will forever be with me on this bumpy road, whether they decide to walk with me or travel down a new path. As the seasons change, as the road transforms, as I grow, there are always times when I reach into my pocket, grasping a gift, a lesson, a piece of someone else. To each I owe a priceless portion of me, for they’ve all helped to mold who I am today and influenced everything that I am to become. It is these travelers, my friends and family, who have taught me so much, blessing me with diversity, insight, and an uplifting sense of who it is I wish to be. All are an entity of their own with lessons unparallel to those before and after. These are the pieces they left for me, now shared with you. I expose a few of my trinkets, a glimmer into who I am, with pride, for it’s something I will carry with me as I constantly gather more while this journey continues. A candle. My very first gift, given to me at birth, this “candle” has always been there to light my path and help me find my way. My father and mother gave me this to help me, to keep me from tripping and to be a comfort no matter how dark and frightening the path may get. Though it will not stop me from falling, will not protect me from the danger, can’t hide me from the sometimes terrifying world around me, it’s what I was given and exactly what I need. It is a lesson of confidence, an acknowledgement that whatever path I travel they will always be on either side of me, and my first road sign, pointing towards the brightest future. They’ve given me this gift of pride about who I am and what it is I am to become. Introducing me into this world with open arms and love, acting as my beacon of light to lead my way back home if I ever get to lost. A magic wand. A present I’ve been carrying with me for most of my life which works only if you believe in it, then again it’s always seemed to work for me. A gift from my brother, it has the outstanding ability to transform any silly mistake into a blissful reminder of how human we all can be. It has the power to bring laughter and sunshine into even the greatest and darkest rainstorm. It contains the ability to let you step outside the box and look into your life, seeing almost any situation from all sides and angels. It’s a lesson about how comical everyday life can be, if you just let yourself go a little bit. A small reminder of how real life isn’t always as dramatic as you interpret it to be. Thanks to my brother’s gift I’ll always be able to smile and laugh as if no one were around me. Happy with where I am and who I’m with, blissfully unconcerned about what blunder I may make someday in my future. A kaleidoscope. A charm placed secretly in my pocket by a talented artist and irreplaceable friend, Tiffany Joy. This gift can take a common, everyday image, and transform it into something wonderful, beautiful, and unforgettable. She showed me that everything on this earth has some precious quality about it; all that’s needed is a new perspective sometimes. I learned how to appreciate everything from the most angelic butterfly to the loneliest rock. Constantly asking questions, never judging, always learning, always looking, knowing that there’s still so much to discover about all there is around me. It constantly challenges me to look deeper and experience more as I try to see past the mask that is so often displayed, instead into the soul that lies within. When she slipped this gift to me, I’m not totally positive, yet it is a gift I hold close to my heart, grateful for every moment possess it. A pocket watch. Constantly ticking it is the very essence of time contained in a small, beautiful, gold package. A gorgeous, quiet, ticking reminder of something that cannot be stopped, but instead embraced. My Grandfather gave this watch to me when he passed away. It tells how, though life is short, no matter how aged you may look you’re heart is only as old as you believe it to be. In his time here on earth he displayed a love for living unrivaled by all those around him. His presence alone would light up a room as all basked in the radiance of his joyous singing, dancing, or just joking around. He was always as alive as the day he was born and this watch is a teaching he left for all. That nothing can hold you down but own weight, not one thing can stop from dancing but your own two feet, and the only one that can keep you from breathing in every moment are your two lungs. A blanket. Handmade, warm, and encompassing, it’s sown by the hands of many, but was not finished until a past soul seeker and immeasurable companion, Andrew Everit, came along. It acts as a small protection from the harsh elements that surround me and though sometimes I forget it’s there, I always find it when I need it the most. This item is the reassurance that I am beautiful, both inside and out. That I need not hang my head because people enjoy seeing my face and discovering what it is I hold in my pockets. It lives in a hug, a smile, and sometimes a tear, existing in the idea that I am a unique, one of a kind, person. Made by the love of my friends alongside my love for them I would be shivering in the cold without it. Today people still add to my blanket, helping it grow larger and warmer, but before Andrew, I did not realize what my fellow travelers had made, he was the one to drape it over my shoulders. Gradually my pockets grow; the amount they can hold is infinite. On every path I follow, through those that are lit as well as some dark as a starless sky, I’m handed new trinkets. Many other items have been discovered along the side of my road, they are found as I myself learn life lessons through my experiences. They appear at times of pressure, stress and sadness, along with at times of joy, laughter, and smiling, everywhere there’s something to be found. These few items are the one’s that I hold the closest at times of trouble or despair. I know that in my future there will be many more, just as important as the one’s described, each will become a priceless portion of who I am.
x_Nightingal_x · Wed Nov 08, 2006 @ 03:16am · 1 Comments |
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