Congratulations if you have cried seas and made yourself a beach where you now sunbathe. If you left your butterflies on the table and said:
Do whatever you want with them, now I'm the one who flies. Congratulations if you stopped believing and started feeling. I applaud you, the feeling is getting lost. If you abandoned the mania of assuming and became fond of knowingly asking the answers could hurt. Congratulations if the airs of greatness next to you don't comb your hair. Congratulations if you have learned that for class, the one of simplicity. If you have learned that there is nothing more intimate than getting naked with your clothes on. Nothing.
Congratulations if you chose the right path and not the easy one. If you got tired of following the dotted line and pulled a colored drawing up your sleeve. Congratulations if you have a very long tongue and a very high forehead: there are no limits if the sky is the canvas. Congratulations if you got a low hit and you were up, if you fell and burst your knees. From broken moments born instincts and different war cries that make you go winning battles. Congratulations if the fire burned you for putting your hand where you shouldn't and for whom you shouldn't. Trust is for the brave, not for the cowards to burn.
Congratulations if your principles are strong and immovable and you decide to change the ending to your desire. It's your history, not a dictation. Congratulations if life has taught you to read in glances. There are looks that are receipt charges and others, claim sheets. And others, shelter and coat. Congratulations if you closed the doors and opened your eyes and your mind and a window to infinity. Congratulations if you don't count what's left. If you built a museum with the remains of the wreckage and hung the sign: I reserve the right of admission.
May every stick hold its candle. You blow your own and let your wishes fly because the world is full of ports and seas and lighthouses. Blow and celebrate that you are as you are and doing what you want. Blow, and where your heart takes you, let the rest... it's just noise.
CW
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