Growing Up…

“Janu, are you busy?” He keeps asking me each time when I show up online, which I do occasionally only.

What can I reply to it? I mean you cannot be busy when one of really talented young blogger poets pings you. Maybe he wants you to read and review one of his new pieces? How can I miss reading on them? So, yes, I am busy, but not that much. Usually. Not that I do read his poems constantly though. I guess with the intensity he writes I missed more than a half of his poems. Each time I am telling myself I will get back to them later but I never do (for that I am sorry, but he knows anyways that I like the way he writes).

So, he starts with “Janu, are you busy?” and ends up asking for a new template. And I really would love to make a new one, but I hardly find time to write these days, so have to abandon all extra activities, including flirting with Photoshop. Vinay, I would like to make you one template as your beautiful pieces deserve being shown off in some wonderful place. But does it really matter what the place looks like? More important is who is here and what kind of atmosphere reigns in the place where you create the magic with your words.

And in this aspect you are lucky, you have a lot of wonderful people here who love you and care about you and who truly appreciate your writing and the emotions you put into each one of your creations.

Maybe that is why you at some point stopped asking me for a new template. Or maybe you are still in the search for making your blog even more beautiful. Trust me, after years of blogging, I know that no matter what your blog looks like, the only thing that matters is content. And through the months that I know you your content improved a lot. You are growing up. As a poet, as a writer, as a person. And that’s a good thing. It really is unless you still keep the child within yourself and grow up smartly, remembering to enjoy the small joys of life.

Growing up doesn’t have to do anything with age. You maybe are becoming one year older now, but who cares?

Important is that you grow up as a person.
Important is that you keep your beliefs.
Important is that you know the true meaning of emotions.
Important is who you are.

Important is not growing up, but growing up into someone. Someone good. Someone who even being good strives for being better. And when you are better, whatever you write will be better too, because what is our writing if not reflection of ourselves.

Stay the beautiful soul as you are and be happy. That’s my wish for your birthday. You have a lot of wonderful things in your life. Love of your family and friends, a gift of writing given to you by God, ability to feel for someone’s grief and someone’s joy. You have a good life and it is within your powers to keep it this way. Your whole life is in front of you. And I am 100% sure you won’t screw it up. Because if you do, I will stop reading your poems!!

Happy birthday and may you have everything you wish and desire for! 

 

With Love,
Lena.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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