originally posted on my instagram:

. . Animal so shy and small, dreaming you were bold and tall. You hesitate, all sensitive, waiting for a chance to live. Time is swift, it races by. Opportunities are born and die. Still you wait and will not try; a bird with wings who dares not rise and fly. But that ‘you’ you want to be, is not You and will never be. No one else will ever do the special things that wait inside of you. You can be a guiding star, if you make the most of who you are. And the sensitivity, that you are now ashamed to see, can be developed even more, so you can find the key to hidden doors to places no ones been before. And the pride you’ll feel inside, is not the kind that makes you fall. It’s the kind of pride that recognises, the bigness found in being small. _ I stumble to this beautiful writing few weeks back. The whole passage above is from the second book by Benjamin Hoff, ‘Te of Piglet’ about A. A. Milne’s Pooh & Piglet. That right there, a rocket of feels just launched and so many thoughts to ponder. _ PS: I posted these weeks ago and it lost on the feed, hence the reshoot + reupload, also the timing fits cause it’s a bit of note to self, too. Have a nice day to anyone who read this! ^_^ _ #typography #moleskine #lettering #quote #doodle #vscocam #ink #thoughtstoponder

A photo posted by Eugenia Clara (@eugeniaclara) on Sep 17, 2015 at 9:48pm PDT

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Animal so shy and small, dreaming you were bold and tall. You hesitate, all sensitive, waiting for a chance to live.

Time is swift, it races by. Opportunities are born and die. Still you wait and will not try; a bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.

But that ‘you’ you want to be, is not You and will never be. No one else will ever do the special things that wait inside of you.

You can be a guiding star, if you make the most of who you are. And the sensitivity, that you are now ashamed to see, can be developed even more, so you can find the key to hidden doors to places no ones been before.

And the pride you’ll feel inside, is not the kind that makes you fall. It’s the kind of pride that recognises, the bigness found in being small.
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I stumble to this beautiful writing few weeks back. The whole passage above is from the second book by Benjamin Hoff, ‘Te of Piglet’ about A. A. Milne’s Pooh & Piglet.

That right there, a rocket of feels just launched and so many thoughts to ponder.