We Are All Time Travelers

We Are All Time Travelers

Some ways to pass the time. . .

Fiction About People In Time

Finally I’m fine. Stardust, and roses aplenty. We all travel this world; seeking something. It hurts to not know what we seek; or why we seek it. Some have found answers; and, others think they have found a good answer. Really you have to ask, “What is my purpose in life?”

Some are born, to mend, and tend. Some are born to dream, and dare. Some are the peace keepers, and some tear things down; for what seems like no reason at all.

Be a healer. In the event, you are hurting, be kind medicine. Flinch not from those who are broken, and hurting. Love is better medicine; then hate. We all walk this world; in what seems like the dark. Sometimes; people want you to dim your light; because they don’t see the beauty in it.

It’s a bummer, when people think the world is better off without some of us. They seem like we are the fly in the ointment. Come tread water with me, in this broken wreck of a ship. Maybe, a life boat will arrive; soon.

We all walk alone. Some of us, take to the miles; with each other. And, those miles, are easier to see through; when all seems bleak. Sometimes; the stardust; and lights from the stars, will sparkle. It looks like magic; that no one can explain. When you got people, in their feelings; be kind to their poor hearts.

We want peace here. With those who seem to be in gloom. Those who find a light; in their eyes, are only annoyed when it’s not their light. Sometimes; you have to wonder; what good it does, to shine? Well, the sun lights our way; and it doesn’t complain about the job it does for us.

Walk this world, and shine bright. Light up someone’s day. Get them, in their feelings; and help them to feel some love in their hearts. Everyone needs someone, sometimes. You never know, what people are going through; or what burdens they bear.

And, a kind word; can be the difference; between feeling hurt, and like no one cares. Or, feeling like, they matter and have value. And really are we not all just traveling through the years together in this same boat? Seems we have to be a little aware; that this ship; keeps spinning in the ether; and doesn’t sink; when the boat gets rocked.