Be

We are what we are. We will be what we will be.

And so my child, in the days to come there will be sorrow and hurt, and you will feel all sorts of love. You will feel sadness and hate, joy and shame. You will feel the strife and bliss of your brothers and sisters who walk the plain alongside you. You will be bombarded with tears and filled with laughter. Your hands will strike and your hands will hold. Your words will cut, and they will mend. Your eyes will see things you never thought possible; a witness to the good, the bad, and the indifferent. Your soul will be ripped from you by the hands of a lover. Your soul will be returned by the hands of another. You will miss your people, and you will be missed. Your mind will bend sometimes in ways you wish it would not, and your spirit may fracture and buckle in time. You will have doubts you will nurse, and sacrifice you regret. You will care for those who wish you harm and for those who mirror your adoration. You will break a heart or two, and rest assured yours will be broken in due course.You will live to see time be your enemy and your friend, and you will keep secrets, or let them spill in an endless stream. Some days you will wish you were someone else, and others you will love every little bit of you.You will destroy, and you will build. You will glorify, and you will tear down. You will touch everything you see, and taste everything you hear. You will be a matter of all things living, and all that is dead. My child, you will be wondrous as any; no more special, no less loved; a myriad of colours and shades alike.