asma's blog

What a blessing it is to talk, what a blessing it is to have things to share. What a blessing it is to listen. What a blessing it is to be alive. What a blessing it is to be exactly here and no where else. What a blessing it is to grow, what a blessing it is to plant seeds. What a blessing it is to start over, what a blessing it is to water what already is. What a blessing it is to commit, what a blessing it is to try to new things. What a blessing is to be bored, what a blessing it is to have so much to do. What a blessing it is to make mistakes, what a blessing it is to succeed. What a blessing it is to love, what a blessing it is to be.

Inevitably, theres no such thing as too much, because even the overflow eventually becomes used. When a glass overflows with water, the spillage gets wiped away. But we assume that the wiping is “the end”. How foolish to assume such a short life for that water. How foolish are we to assume that, that same water is not going to have a whole life beyond our perception. The paper towel that soaks up the water from the spill, could be composted to create soil for the growth of a new tree. Stop don’t worry if you worked too hard, or loved too much, or ventured out too far, because I don’t think it will ever go to waste.

yours sincerely,

asma.