Tears are overflowed words that lost their way to the lips. It’s the buildup of emotions either suddenly or over a period that condenses into inner droplets. It’s a confrontation larger than life that casts a long, dark shadow over you. The world now appears in black and white instead of shades you once knew.
The worse kind is those that are felt in the soul. Every drop pricks and lacerates forming a scar that tells a story, a reminder that life tries to break you. It doesn’t go away but remains a part of you forever, breath by breath. Only an authentic heart can make beauty out of scenes that draw tears to your eyes.
You’d rather be asleep, because in sleep there is your reality, but as soon as you wake up, you’re back in a nightmare that lingers on indefinitely.
As the sun gradually settles upon the horizon, it graffitied the sky with the boldest blaze of gold and red. She can almost hear the words, “Remember how far you have come. As you close the door tonight, bid today goodbye so that you can welcome tomorrow with open arms.”
How can she bid goodbye to yesterday? How can she close the door to where she had been? She puts her hand over her heart and closes her eyes. She could feel it beating. Was it just yesterday that her heart would leap and skip among the host of golden…
Our entire experience of reality rests on an extended fabric of existence made out of the mind. It’s the driving force of how we perceive ourselves and our world, consciously or unconsciously. We experience life as an isolated fragment of the whole. Fear, challenges, and struggles govern our minds and control our lives.
Pure awareness exists beyond this mind and its experiences. It’s our true nature, the very essence of the universal source. We are a field made up of mostly empty space, bound only by the limits of an opinionated mind.
By accepting that I am my body and…
What’s a beginning except that it’s a continuation of an end, and an ending is the starting of a new beginning? No matter how you identify it, you need to recognize when it’s time to walk away from those moments that have fulfilled their purpose.
No story ever ends, whether it’s a relationship, a career, or a season in one’s life. It always leads to another. The wounds, the tears, the silent pain that’s engraved on the heart. The emotion that bleeds and lingers long after the final chapter or the closed door. People keep going, day after day, year after year. Even what you thought is the end of life is really the starting of a new journey.
There’s always more, and the next. Understanding beginnings don’t make endings easier. It’s up to you to assign to any moment, either the miracle of beginnings or the pain of endings.
What happens when the inevitable occurs? When the wheel of life revolves, blown by the currents of time. Moments you thought would last soon fizzled out like a meteor shower, bringing about the erasure of existence.
The cold star blinked pitilessly in the dark velvet sky. A season of memories purged, disappeared from the orbit of the mind. People move on in their murky future, leaving moments behind, encased in a black void of non-expectation.
No matter how much you cling to the stardust of memories, words fly off the page. Love dissolved, and time spent together melted like candle wax. As the tide ebb, there’s a continual flux in the heart.
When morning arrives, everything starts as nothing. It takes so little to become so easily forgotten. Loneliness is remembering when no one else does. Tonight, under the evergreen tree, I become a piece of your forgotten past.
No matter where you are or where you’re heading, there’s a path that exists with your name on it. This path is unknown because up till now, it has no known stories until you step in and craft your story on it. It will lead you to where you need to go, but more importantly, it will lead you to yourself.
You do not arrive at this path by peering at the map that is in someone else’s hands. It’s a path you have to discover on your own. It may appear as a tangled maze of intersections and forks…
The effects of loss are acute. You thought it’s mere acceptance — one sunset, one season, one period of time. Passed. It’s over. And you move on.
But it seldom goes like that. It’s usually one major loss followed by a million little losses that glide in cycles. One song on the playlist. One thought crosses the mind. One glance at the silvery moon. Suddenly, you become aware that a piece of you, one that you can never get back, is missing.
Just like that, it happens. The turntable begins to spin. The tugging of the heart. The restlessness. The…
Have you considered that every moment you have, all of it belongs to you, and yet none of it is yours to keep? Each passing moment adds another layer to the memory bank that steadily accumulates and becomes photographs of your past. Life is a collection of moments that sing of treasured memories, of comforting love and laughter that do not remain.
Perhaps we call them moments because they have such fleeting lifespans. They come dancing in the wind, the beautiful and the painful, and then wander off on their own without so much as saying goodbye. …
You’re told choices and decisions determine your destiny. You can do anything you want, be with whoever you wish. That’s your choice. Often, you made them in a heartbeat but the payment may last a lifetime.
The hardest of all choices are never between right and wrong, for life is seldom straightforward, or there would be no need for choices. Sometimes, you’re forced to decide on a multitude of wrong choices and to ponder between what’s bad and what’s worse.
Ignoring decisions because you can’t see your way through it means you inadvertently give up your power, which ironically, becomes your choice.
Although you still get to pick, having bad and worse choices is no choice at all. They’re not applicable. The good choices you thought you had are bad ones disguised in fear, causing you to become disoriented.
Whichever you choose, you’re still wrong. You can’t win ’em all.
I had a broken relationship with Yesterday that I was not willing to let go of. Yesterday has a lot of resonance for me. I held on to the flames of my devotion and wished deep in my heart that it would never burn out.
Wounds remind me of the damage life has inflicted, and my survival speaks of accomplishment. They shaped who I am today. There is one minor problem. I continue to relive those moments. …