supre awesome existential trip up a mountain!

I gasped audibly as I sat up in my bed. The covers were all over the floor, my stuffed koala had been thrown across the room, and my pillow was wet with either tears, sweat, or both. The room was a mess…but I was not. It felt like I'd finally been enraptured; like my inner bird had finally left her nest. I felt in control of my life once more.

Turning myself to my hooves, I quietly walked from my bedroom down into the kitchen. There, the alabaster rays of the moon shone through my pantry window whilst capturing the entirety of my being within a motherly glow. Resting a hoof against the cool glass, I knew in my mind that the very same cold was being brought upon by something infinitely warmer; the heat of a million different burning emotions, all focused on me and me alone. Something, or rather somepony, knew I needed help.

They knew I was at a crossroads, feeling the pains that only reality could cause. They knew of not only my sorrows, but also my heartache. She knew I was trapped in my nightmare...

...And she knew I needed help waking up.

"Thank you, mother. I owe you more than anything in the world, but in the end, my word will have to suffice. Be safe, mom, and may your own troubles too be alleviated as mine have been. I may not know where you sleep, and it may take years to fully turn my...no, our lives around, but know that I'll one day be there for you as you were to me. Please…" I say calmly, my gaze meeting the stars of the countryside. "No matter how many pieces fall to the floor, I want us to be side by side to pick them up…"

Tending the Garden

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
~ Dale Carnegie