The universe is a funny thing.
Often times I’m not sure we agree.
Perhaps I’m just impatient and the universe has a lesson plan for the art of waiting
Maybe the universe is making room for something truly more beautiful and grander than what I can imagine
It’s only that sometimes it feels as though the universe has dealt me a bad deck of cards
I’ve learned from those games but my hands are still bloody from the paper cuts
I want to ask the universe what she has in store for me, why she let me bleed out for days, months and even years.
Sometimes I don’t know which direction she wants me to go
Plans fall short that sometimes I feel as though she wants me to give up,
but she must know that would never happen.
She may fight me on my dreams or maybe she’s just conditioning me to fight,
whatever the case, the universe and I fight for the greater good
and she is like a mother I don’t understand but love nonetheless
and I give thanks to her for the callouses on my hands.
I give thanks to her for all the moments I do take for granted.
I give thanks to her for seeing what I cannot see and hearing what I cannot hear,
she is bigger than me
who am I to say I know more than her when she’s older and wiser.
I am a child looking up to her and I can only wish that I will one day wear the same eyes as she does