Some days the world presses down on you. It pushes you away and into yourself. A room full of strangers, a world full of questions. On the days we feel cornered we retreat to ourselves without realising that all the space around is ours too.
Try not to be afraid of outgrowing where you are. When our environment ceases to nourish us, push forward with the energy of springtime. Sometimes we move ahead not because we have evolved differently, but because we come to the realisation that we are different.
When we find our strength and purpose, we can adjust anywhere, knowing that we alone determine who we are.
We are strongest in the moment of balance. When all the fragments of our thoughts come together and our mind though full of emotions, is strong enough to find the harmony. That’s how we move on.
Though we hold it together, sometimes we are wound so tightly. To others we may look ordered and well balanced, but only we know the strength required not to fray at the edges.
Seasons come and go. We live, we learn, we grow. At the chapter’s end our experiences fall down around us, some soft and other’s brittle. Still we grow.
We are connected to those on our path by a thread that crosses all boundaries. It’s just a matter of time before we find those who are like us and stand with them side by side.
Happiness comes in all colours. Sometimes it finds us, sometimes we are left to create it. We find it in the smallest and most surprising of ways. It’s our own search for whatever makes us smile.
In each other we find support. When we are allowed the freedom to shift our burden and share the weight of our own emotions, we lean into it with all our spirit.
I love the texture of life; the rough edges, the gritty moments, the bits that push you out of your comfort. They make us feel. They remind us we’re alive.
Some days we feel so broken, like there are pieces of us missing. It takes all our energy to hold ourselves together because we feel the absence of our full self. These are the holes that we longingly crave to fill again.
Some days are light: we get time to do everything we need to do. our responsibities are light and we are surrounded by a gentle pace. The space is uncluttered, we can achieve everything with ease and we find ourselves with precious time to pause, be still and breath.
Imagine if we made this our first call, rather than our last resort.
Maybe we don’t need to try so hard to fit in. There’s room enough for us all.
Some days we’re a myriad of emotions, fragments of a million broken pieces.
Sometimes we look at our lives and feel entangled. To all the things that we once reached out for, they create a web around us. They soon become our attachments, linking us to them until we feel entwined. If we cut one thread, we wonder if it would all fall apart.