One of Those Nights

This is just one of those nights.
I know it's gonna be a hard one. I just want to go to sleep and not wake up until tomorrow. I want to go to sleep and not wake up until every last child has stopped crying. Until there's not a man in the world thirsty. Until there is not one person in pain and misery.
I want to go to sleep and not wake up until this world is perfect. Not wake up until every broken heart is mended and every soul finds its' way through the world and through life.
But...
That would be a night that would never come to an end.
How can I go to sleep when I know there is a child crying, a man thirsty and people in pain? How can I sleep while this world remains so imperfect, while there are hearts broken and souls lost?
What is the point in sleeping then? When I know I'll wake up to the same world I left behind the previous day?

But I won't give up. I'll wake up tomorrow and help mend a broken heart. I will put a smile on someone's face. I will start the day knowing that I can make a difference. Knowing I MUST make a difference.

So I can lie in bed tonight sure that tomorrow will be a better day than today. Knowing tomorrow the world will be a bit more perfect. Knowing that someone, somewhere, is doing the same thing I am. Knowing someone out there is fighting to see the same day I want to see.

"We can't help everyone, but anyone can help someone."

Cicmila

The Perfect Look

This dress. It's perfect. I know it is, they said so in a fashion magazine last week. It's black, small.
My legs are showing. And they're not perfect. I like them, but others don't, so a pair of tight stockings should cover them up good enough.
My feet are too small, not proportional. I took shoes a few sizes bigger and then filled the top with cotton wool. I hate heels, but they're recommended with my perfect dress.
I saw a makeup look in a magazine too. I bought all the makeup. It's a lot. I don't recognize myself in the mirror. My hair is curly. I like my curls. Now they're gone. It's all straight. It's better like this.
I have big sparkly earrings that pull my ears because they are too heavy. I hide the cuts on my arms with a pair of gloves. The sparkly bracelet is poking my arm, but it looks nice.
I stand in front of the mirror. My neck is all plain except for a medallion. It's my mothers. I took it off. It doesn't go with the dress. I miss knowing my mother. I tie a little black silk scarf around my neck.
I carry a little clutch. It's empty, I don't need it. But everyone carries it, so I have to have one myself.
The bell. He's here. I open the door and greet him with a light kiss on the cheek. I put on a smile and close the door.
"You are beautiful.", he says.
Of course I am...
Right.
Me...

Cicmila

Imagine Freedom

Look through the nearest window. What do you see?
You see a place where you could be. Throw your arms in the air.
Shout.
Shout louder.
Shout as loud as you can, just because you're free and you can.
You're more free than a bird in a cage, than a child in a crib, than a person caring about what others think. You're more free than a flower in a vase, than a hair tide in a tail than a woman in high heels.
You're as free as you think, as beautiful as the mirror tells you, only you and no one else.
Just because you're behind locked doors, in a wheelchair, with no sight, does not mean you're not free! As long as you are not close-minded, and if you can IMAGINE it, than you can be free.

Imagine. There is not a thing in this world more powerful than our imagination. Why? Because it is unlimited. It is untamed. It is beautiful and endless.

Whatever we want, whatever we wish, we can have. Our imagination is what gets us going, what keeps us going. It is our greatest weapon and most powerful shield.

Our imagination is the way we see ourselves, and if we want others to see us in the same light, we have to let our imagination out and let it be seen by others.

Use your imagination in any way you want, because you CAN and because you SHOULD. It's your gift and nobody else's and you mustn't waste it.
Be creative.
Be free.
It's your time to shine.

Cicmila

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I dream.

I dream.
Bigger than me. Bigger than a house. Bigger than an elephant. Bigger than the moon. Bigger than a music note, but smaller than the song itself, for I don't know the meaning it has for others. Bigger than war and bigger than the world, but I could not possibly dream bigger than a child seeing the first snow. Bigger than expectations but smaller than fears. Smaller than the universe, and smaller than you. Bigger than an elephant.
I dream.

I wish.
I wish for music. I wish for happiness. I wish for history. I wish for love. I wish for no hunger nor war. I wish for every child to have a smile on their face and loved ones to hug. I wish for magic. I wish for modesty. I wish for health. I wish for dreams. I wish for more wishes. I wish for change. I wish for knowledge. I wish for you. I wish for art. I wish for blue and red. I wish for love.
I wish.

I see.
I see friendship. I see birds and trees. I see bicycles. I see letters. I see pictures. I see black and I see white. I see people trying to find a way forward, when they'd already passed the turn. I see dreams and wishes. I see laughter. I see night. I see day. I see beauty. I see ambition. I see books. I see us. I see stars and I see rain. I see the sea and I see the ice. I see letters.
I see.

I love.
I love mystery. I love fame. I love stories. I love mornings. I love you. I love people. I love freedom. I love power to help. I love minds. I love ideas. I love piglets. I love music. I love chocolate. I love smiles. I love dreams. I love wishes. I love the sights. I love caring. I love worry. I love time and I love space. I love colors and I love shapes. I love reasons. I love the truth. I love working. I love sleeping. I love you.
I love.

Cicmila

Today is a Beautiful Day

Today is a beautiful day! Can't you see it? Can't you hear it? Can't you feel it?

Can't you see the sun shining and the grass glittering in its rays? The people smiling and the birds flying? The animals little and big, paintings being painted, secrets being explored?
Can't you see it?

Can't you hear the children's laughter and the bird's song? Stories being told and lullabies being sung? The silent words, whispers, crickets filling out silence, footsteps on a bridge, bees going from one flower to the next?
Can't you hear it?

Can't you feel the warmth in the air, not from the sun but from the people themselves? The trust being born, the burning love, niceness to strangers, beauty from within? Can't you feel happiness?
Can't you feel it?

Today is a beautiful day.
See it.
Hear it.
Feel it.
Today is a beautiful day.
Live it.

Cicmila