Walking barefoot through the unkempt grass, high enough to tickle my ankles, though it flattens beneath my feet.
I sit and lean back on my elbows, it feels good to be alone.
They said it would be good to think, try and work things out without the distraction of the world.
I suppose it would, but instead I want to enjoy my thoughtlessness for a moment.
Thoughtlessness doesn't come easily for me, so I close my eyes and try to imagine a different world,
a world with no hardships, no loneliness, no mistakes, no chaos or complications.
The image doesn't come easy, and when it does, I realize that it isn't a place I want to live.
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
I don't want a life like that.
Problems are part of a life that I love, mistakes make me who I am, the complications always seem to work out in the end.
Everything works out in the end...
I open my eyes and smile, apparently being alone did me more good that I thought.
I pluck a fluffy white dandelion from the ground.
I close my eyes, and for the first time, I don't wish for anything, for something to be over, or something else to begin, instead I thank God for the chaos, the problems and mistakes, because I realize those things are part of a much bigger plan.
"And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose"
This started out with that picture of a dandelion, meant to be a photo-inspired, fictional, short story.
Instead, as I began writing, other things came into my head, I just kept writing, letting my thoughts take me where they wanted to go.
I ended up learning things that, obviously, I knew in the back of my mind, but that were brought to the surface by simply writing whatever popped into my head.
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