While walking, I accidentally found this bench swing in the middle of nowhere. It just stands there waiting… waiting for weary travelers to pass by and take respite from whatever is troubling them. Whether it is aching feet, momentarily exhaustion from climbing, or worries of the minds… the swing offers a place to sit down, to rest, to relax and for the moment forget everything and just enjoy the view, the nature and the setting sun. True serenity.
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it?
The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
~ Stephen King
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