Principles are shuffled like cards every day. They’re then thrown into the air. As they fall hands reach out to catch them.
When they are caught, they are held, and shown off to everyone as though it increases your value and worth.
The silly thing is, when you have them in your hands you feel empowered, bold, and courageous. As though no storm or earthquake will ever be able to sink you.
Yet when the grounds start to shake, and the sphere above your head starts raining like darts bouncing back and forth from your head to the halo shaped oppression above your head, despite facts remaining the same- that your hands still tightly hold onto the cards, your sense of touch will be elusive, slipping right out of you. Your hands will lack blood, like sand paper, dead.
Morning sun changed that when it hit my face. Blood flowed through my veins to my hands till my fingers felt again. The hardness and weight of the cards.
Suit 1. Your happiness is in your hands.
Suit 2. Never lose your individuality.
Suit 3. Vision the you that you want to be.
Suit 4. Don’t lose sight of your goals.
Suit 5. Dreams are pictures waiting to be 3D printed into reality.
And it goes on and on. Cards after cards, every principle you’ve ever caught or written for yourself.
Yeah, perhaps in the storm sometimes it’s hard to remember good advices, or words. So, the night maybe a struggle or full of sadness, but hey. Sun always comes up, and sunlight will still hit your windowpane to come right in.
“…..weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” – Psalm 30:5 (b).