My first thought when I wake up is, am I happy? Constantly, I ask myself what comforts me. Tell me reader, do you do the same? William Shakespeare once said, “We find Solace even in our losses“, it got me. I find solace in the child inside me. So i say, All my life I wanted to see, the wonders of the world hidden behind the tree, Here I stand today, in my eye, a drop of tear, re-living the moments with the child inside me, yet so very unclear. Do I get a chance with her? Will she take me back? All I have of her, is a bunch of pictures, and it indeed is a lot to unpack. How do I still find solace in her? When she is no more here? How do I know I will make it through? All these questions only answered with, that 10 years old, oh she would be so proud of you!
I don’t get to control the pace at which the time passes by, but I know that I have to make peace with it. When it gets difficult, I write about her. What’s your Solace?