A life to live

   My dearest friends,

I have sort of been of the east of things. As I, well I try to sought through my very own existence. It’s uneasy to feel things that you cannot write off. But I imagine if you sit still alone in the midst of pine trees Et mountains painted near, you could hear the falcon fall near to the very grounds you stomp on.
If you listen.
For every moment thereafter, there is a moment lost. In 2021, I did an exceptional job as a writer. I printed 13 books, but somehow I counted 18. Profound if that’s all I should feel forever.

But since I feel more that one can contain, it’s a good start. I am very hard at myself for reasons.
You know like they say,

“for every troubled adult, there is a rather questioned childhood.”

I sigh. Because at my age Et the level of maturity that I shall limbo to I have been let down in so many ways, by some many people that call themselves blood. Rather daunting you say, not really, life my darlings will break you till it either kills you or makes you. 
Your faith will determine your reach.
Hence 2o22, here we are. I use to think that all of my life’s accumulation would mean I was a success. Today I have found that it’s not what your conceive in your networths but your self value.
Your self love.
Your self.
I am sharing this as i am a year older. And the truth is I have seen so many misfortunes around me that I sit Et question it all. I do this daily, but lately it feels like a brand new day kind of sorts.
I have made many decisions in my life, but the ones ahead will be made out of maturity rather than bitterness and spite.
If you are reading this and I have shut the door on you, it’s not because I loathe you,

More simply because you no longer fit
the growth that which i am headed
towards. A few of you, are simple
stupid,
playing games that quite frankly,
my father hath mastered when
he slept. 
A few of the few, I am sorry for
because life, life has something
called karma, and when she spins
around it’s sort of like musical
chairs, you may loose your chair.
Be left standing. In the cold.

with a mirror at hand. But don’t panic,

what you see, is what you have done.
I hope you forgive you.

Please understand
when you hurt a person, that had
done nothing to hurt you, when it
comes back to you, know that the
hands of time isn’t fair.

oh no, she’s rather worse than the witch from that

forest with a small red apple.
Go on fall of your chairs.

Rather now, I
write when I feel as if the Paper
allows me peace to. If not, there
are just letters. 

    “Happy birthday once
little
rianna
katey Kate Shaikh.
You are one year older
Et a whole lot wiser. It’s why
you can actually write books upon
books.Never let the world take that
from you.”

            Forever a writer,   Rianna Kate Shaikh  

 

Ps. My favorite Song at 20.