Sometimes poetry sneaks into my mind just when I need it the most. Wandering ideas and nomadic sentences with no clear beginning, middle or end spin in smooth circles round my mind; tender thoughts and sweet reminders unwind stubborn remnants of the everyday grind. Words of unexpected hope offer the tiniest window into my long-since-forgotten childhood, a time when no dream was too grand and imaginary friends brushed away my loneliness. When that beam of refreshing sunshine in the form of an adage rejuvenates my spirits like a sip of cool lemonade on a searing summer's day, I have no choice but to smile gently and close my eyes as I listen intently to the silence I've created, reveling in this rare moment of clarity.
In the blink of an eye, ominous clouds of misery wrought with jarring pangs of thunder shatter my silent sunshine. Such is life - fate can be oppressive. But the vastness of the sky remains, and hope is never lost. Just as swiftly as thunderclouds roll in, gravity's force pulls the seed of an adage like a raindrop into my palm, the sole souvenir of my gentle musings. I admire my tiny treasure chest tenderly, comparing the valuable complexities of its history with its unassuming appearance. A wave of gratitude washes over me as I marvel at how fortunate I am to have recognized this prize. I wonder, asking how many people have walked the path of life mistaking this gem for just another craggy pebble? How many seeds of hope have we kicked aside on our morning commute as we rattled off our daily to-do list, chasing endless deadlines, eyes squinting and focused on acquiring the slight apparition of a rainbow in the far distance, completely unaware of dawn's brilliant sunburst above?
I tuck my seed securely in my left breast pocket, amongst a collection of dried leaves, special rocks and old pennies of my past, my very first valuables. I know that it is not guaranteed that the seed will ever save me from sadness, yet I take comfort in its security, the sheer feeling of the its outline pulsing against my chest. I realize that my treasure may never leave its box to grow as I had expected it to, yet its presence brings me peace, a reminder that hope forever remains in the seed of an adage.
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