The other day my dad got me a new mug that said “today’s your day!”
well i didn’t necessarily agree with that at the time
But while opening the mug i started fiddling with the bubble wrap it was carefully covered in.
I realised that some of the bubbles had already burst
Some were tight and intact
Some were a little floozy,the ones that don’t protect and arent any fun to pop either
But while bursting those bubbles i realised that life is really like one of the bubble sheets
Each bubble like every person who’s ever been in your life
Some make you weak but they make you realise how much you need the strong,real ones.
Some are just kind of there to be with you along the ride,make you realise that realise that life can be fun
too
But at the end of it
All of those people are what makes you the person that you are,they make you that vibrant cheerful mug
that has encouraging qoutes on it
But the ironical part is i broke that mug the moment I opened it,the moment the bubble wrap got off.
It taught me that it doesn’t matter who you don’t or do have in your life there are going to be times that
you’re going to be hurt and weary. Times when youre going to feel broken with every part of your body.
My mother glued the broken mug back together,and now i love it more than ever. I love it with every
fragmented inch of it.
And so will people,the one’s who will accept all the broken parts of you and all the brightly coloured parts.
No matter how many pieces of you got lost in the process,they’re going to be there willing to risk bleeding
their lip if it just meant having you. they will stay regardless of what you’ve been through or who you were
And that’s what made me realise that today could actually be a good day.
