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The moons reflected off the spires of the tower as I watched them raise the flag.

Such an archaic gesture meant to make people proud.

I find myself drawn into the celebrations as the Triarchy gains itself a new member replacing the one just lost.

The colours beam down from the palisades showing the beauty of the stars.

I never understood why we could only wear white at the Jubilee, until I was in it.

The colours.

The riotous, mad panorama that shines upon the humans and the world they have made.

Some claim the whole race is mad.

Others say merely creative.

But this environment where we are all plain, wearing the colour that is all colours – white, then finding ourselves awash in the rainbow of starlight we are all equal.

Prismatic colours that force you to blink because they could not, should not exist.

Yet they do.

The lines streaking past your eyes as you try to take everything in.

I have recorded only three Jubilees in my lifetime and each one leaves me breathless, unable to stop crying.

The Triarchy has not come to an end, though there will always be dissenters.

I am not here for the politics.

I am here for the display given life through the ice palace’s windows.

Forever will I marvel at the simple engineering feat that allows such beauty into this world.

I am Saturn’s child.

It is not as if I can control it.

It’s all in my head you see.

Science dictates that my brain is wired

…. differently.

The chemical synapses blink randomly

and sometimes even shut down.

When overwhelmed it is – hard

to get a grip on life and do the duties expected.

Yet I survive and do not choose the end

so many have chosen.

I do not live for myself.

I live for those around me! 

The wrapping ripped and torn.

Ribbons unraveled and turned into cat toys.

Food lethargy turns everyone comatose.

Minimum energy spent as the kids play

Sometimes quietly, more often not.

Food scraps left as an offering to the holiday gods.

A string of lights blink slowly as the eyelids droop.

No broken candles left lying around.

But the holiday spirit lives on.

Walking in the direction of the beach.

The surfers and the swimmers enjoying the waves.

Sunscreen applied.

The heat is abated when the water is entered.

Rest and relaxation rejuvenate the soul.

Direct the anger into a positive result.

Give up the impossible dream of control.

Respect the ones who deserve it,

even if you don’t think they are.

Love yourself and let it flow unto others.

Be kind to yourself for you are worthy.

 Never give up hope that a miracle will happen.

The day you give in, is when I still love you.

One wise woman to rule

can not do so alone.

Advisors and councils

benefit the country.

It is keeping the

unwise ones occupied

that require most of the attention.

For if they joined the ranks

of the wise and powerful

she would no longer have a say

in what they wanted anymore.

The country is made up of fools.

The leader the most foolish of all!

Can not decide which one to choose.

The most special thoughts are not available.

Who am I going to talk about?

Or should I just admit that I can not formulate a proper sentence.

Give myself a break and let it be.

I am going to have a busy day so enjoy the quiet moments when you can!

Your trauma does not invalidate my trauma.

Your injury does not invalidate my injury.

Your feelings do not invalidate my feelings.

Your decisions do not invalidate mine.

Your opinions do not override my opinions.

You do not invalidate me or my experiences.

We both need help and not belittlement.

 

Watching them as they learn the hard way.

Sympathizing with their frustrations.

Letting them experience what you already learned.

Words have a huge impact but nothing

prepares them more for the world

then letting them learn first hand what life is actually like.

It breaks the heart as they figure things out

but you can only prepare them for so little.

The rest is up to them!