Writing is a form of passion. Adrenaline is pumping in every poetic line, vigor traces through the brain when a certain thought is finally put into the perfect phrase, and life's mysteries seem to unravel as each word is put after the other. You are separated from struggle and it stands right in front of you, limply, as if it no longer means to hurt you anymore. The struggle is the answer, the healing force, behind every inspired piece of writing.
I first struggled with expressing gratitude for my mother in a piece of writing because I acknowledge that some mothers have passed too soon or, at times, have been absent in a child's life. A mother does not need blood relation to harbor love for someone who needs it. Hopefully, there is a connection in every life that attests to having a figure who adores their greatest attributes with only the will of seeing this person thrive. Achievement is attained in the eyes of pure love, reaching your highest self because you have the inspiration to do so. Oftentimes, this inspiration is grounded in the heart of the mother-like figures. A day will pass and, at some point before sundown, I discover another facet of my own mother that puts my heart at rest. I look at my grandmother and I see the adoration that is still brought to her cheeks, into a bright smile, when she listens to my mother speak.
Today, be grateful for the person who inspires you and for the person you aspire to become. We are all capable of advocating for ourselves, for acting mindfully and gauging our self-affirmation; if the barometer should ever fall shorter than it should be, there is a community of love that is eager to support you. The mother figure is a form of passion, an archetypal tribute who pushes someone to view life thoughtfully and eagerly. The storyline is incomplete without the quiet significance of a motherly model; the hero will only return home successfully if they listen to the tenderness of the person who will always stand behind them. Thank you to every person who holds the role of a mother, you harness deeper empathy in someone who is enraptured by your advice everyday.
I first struggled with expressing gratitude for my mother in a piece of writing because I acknowledge that some mothers have passed too soon or, at times, have been absent in a child's life. A mother does not need blood relation to harbor love for someone who needs it. Hopefully, there is a connection in every life that attests to having a figure who adores their greatest attributes with only the will of seeing this person thrive. Achievement is attained in the eyes of pure love, reaching your highest self because you have the inspiration to do so. Oftentimes, this inspiration is grounded in the heart of the mother-like figures. A day will pass and, at some point before sundown, I discover another facet of my own mother that puts my heart at rest. I look at my grandmother and I see the adoration that is still brought to her cheeks, into a bright smile, when she listens to my mother speak.
Today, be grateful for the person who inspires you and for the person you aspire to become. We are all capable of advocating for ourselves, for acting mindfully and gauging our self-affirmation; if the barometer should ever fall shorter than it should be, there is a community of love that is eager to support you. The mother figure is a form of passion, an archetypal tribute who pushes someone to view life thoughtfully and eagerly. The storyline is incomplete without the quiet significance of a motherly model; the hero will only return home successfully if they listen to the tenderness of the person who will always stand behind them. Thank you to every person who holds the role of a mother, you harness deeper empathy in someone who is enraptured by your advice everyday.