Happiness: what recipe is added in the batter that turns this most eloquent word into a reality? I suppose the answer varies for everyone. It took me many [crescent] moons to discover how content and peaceful I can feel about myself as a person [or feline]. ‘Twas an uphill climb and I did manage to break a few pink velvety heels in the process, along with dirtying my dainty snow white paws. I believe it’s true when a wise man [or woman] murmured the ancient lesson about the journey being sweeter than the destination. Elegant fairy tales and [emotional] poetry would not be whispered in the shadows of the night if no struggle was born from the ashes of each labyrinthine story. After all, we never do get to witness what becomes after the cliché happily ever after.

My life, which has been in complete chaos the first 4-months of this year, is starting to transform into a lovely menagerie of sugarplum visions and [unbroken] heartfelt promises. ‘Tis somewhat like a caterpillar draped and adorned in an impatient cocoon. As in wait to be disheveled, glittery shades of powder blue caress the soft [and delicate] butterfly as it enters a new existence. On the contrary, things are not yet perfect, nor am I expecting them to be so suddenly. But everything worth having in this lifetime, as well as in any lifetime, requires patience and strategic sacrifice. Subsequent dreams only come true once we put forth the effort and the [required] stress into making them happen. The question is: what determines the difference between dreams and reality?

During the past 2-months I have met someone [irrevocably] special to me, and I do caution the reader to take this with a grain of sugar. Fragile and sensitive, like a [blushing] rose fighting to survive the depths of a land frosted with snow, love isn’t always easy. The icing on the cake is sometimes lovelier than the initial taste: a various amount of people run when things get serious. Is this due to vain-like pride, or are we as a species simply uncomfortable with pain? Regardless of the answer, discomfort is a part of life, and no one is iridescently perfect. Besides, who would desire a [dreary] Prince Charming with an elegantly fabricated façade? The strawberry kisses of true love are [always] richer, and quite riper, than those of true infatuation.

As much as I would [desperately] love to be enclosed in a pair of strong arms that are promised to never break my heart, I recommend everyone experience heartache [once] in their meticulous life. Perhaps the moral of this blog is to articulate how we are all stronger than we believe ourselves to be. It’s possible to be happy alone and, when we do find someone we do not wish to live without, it’s realistic to accept they will be disappointing sometimes. But be careful to not confuse simple disappointment for abuse. In the end, one cannot love another without [first] loving oneself. In enveloping this petite rant, like a freshly coated piece of lipstick candy, I want to thank anyone who may be reading this. The road to love is painted [and paved] with broken hearts, and I am no longer a victim it may claim.

Always breathe for love tomorrow…if there’s no hope for today. ♥

♥Paris Chantilly Lace