Kay Sarah Sarah.

This life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get up just so it can kick you in the stomach because by getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here, that cannot be fixed by bandage or love songs. So when you know when Superman isn't coming, you don't have to wear the cape all by yourself, 'cause no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I tried.

So instead, always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots, because there are no heart-breaks that chocolates can't fix. Right, there's a few heart breaks that chocolates can't fix, but that's what the rain boots are for because rain will wash away everything if you let it. There'll be days like this when you open your hands only to wind up with blisters and bruises, when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape, and the boots are filled with rain and you'll be up to your knees and disappointment, and those are the very days that you have all the more reason to say thank you. Cause there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it's sent away.

And no matter how many times land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called Life. And yes, on a scale of one to over-trusting, I'm pretty damn naive, but know that this world is made up of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. Remember that good things come in threes and, so do bad things, and always apologise when you've done something wrong, but don't you ever need to apologise for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining, and your voice is small but don't ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, and when they slip war and hatred under your door, and offer you handouts at street corners of cynicism and defeat, don't stab yourself with despondency and drown in doubt of self-worth, because when the rain stops falling, the sun will come out and shine again.