Some songs just hit a nerve. Got swept away.
Saturday, April 17
Monday, April 5
As one travels through time
Taking a breather.... to pause, look around and look back for a lil' while keeping the present in mind-So how are things really?
As of all things, there's its black, white & greys.
A lot of the darker days has much to do with just readjusting to the current situation and accepting the shifts in circumstance and saying goodbye to what is already, gone.
Letting go & acknowledging that by-gones should be as they may and need to, has been immensely difficult.
While the sensibilities of the situation are neither elusive nor are they hard to comprehend, what the mind knows, the heart may not.
The disconnection within the self began disrupting any sense of normalcy. Sometimes, I felt as though my entire being is wrapped in cotton. No matter what I touched or what reached me, I could feel it but then, not really. Reality became fragmented and disjointed. As the hearts cries out, the mind knows there is no real issue at hand to be dealt with for all that needs to be done, is done or has been done.
Though acceptance remains the clear answer, it is a long process of which no matter how much we desire, its pace is not determined by how much we seek or will it.
Understanding does not necessarily beget acceptance, although it is however the first step in initiating the healing process while at the same time mitigating the harshness of truth.
With the passage of time, as the old adage goes, wounds will heal.
Live in any condition no matter how harsh, if you survive, thank the basic instinct of self-preservation facilitated through the natural process of adaptation.
Hence, I adapted.
Where the whites are concerned, herein lies the worth of all pain and efforts endured.
The price of this new found gain, who bears right to say it is better or worse than its previous state.
My being resonates that it IS indeed for the better good. True to what was previously merely imagined, budding leaves have begun their formation. Lest it be mistaken for, I take no credit whatsoever for this positive turn of events. It is simply a progression of turns brought about by circumstance and positive influences (of which I am very grateful of).
To do nothing in lieu of what's best- A current battle of which is renewed and needs to be reinforced constantly.
Nonetheless, current endeavors and good company has brought about much solace and have filled up much of my time, mind and space- a much needed incubator from the perils of the self.
Slowly but surely, I'm mending.
Albeit times of wallowing, in between drifting and going through the motion of things, I mostly just keep swimming.
I see not the shore, and it shall always remains hardly the point.
Where I am, is where I'll be, for now.
As of all things, there's its black, white & greys.
A lot of the darker days has much to do with just readjusting to the current situation and accepting the shifts in circumstance and saying goodbye to what is already, gone.
Letting go & acknowledging that by-gones should be as they may and need to, has been immensely difficult.
While the sensibilities of the situation are neither elusive nor are they hard to comprehend, what the mind knows, the heart may not.
The disconnection within the self began disrupting any sense of normalcy. Sometimes, I felt as though my entire being is wrapped in cotton. No matter what I touched or what reached me, I could feel it but then, not really. Reality became fragmented and disjointed. As the hearts cries out, the mind knows there is no real issue at hand to be dealt with for all that needs to be done, is done or has been done.
Though acceptance remains the clear answer, it is a long process of which no matter how much we desire, its pace is not determined by how much we seek or will it.
Understanding does not necessarily beget acceptance, although it is however the first step in initiating the healing process while at the same time mitigating the harshness of truth.
With the passage of time, as the old adage goes, wounds will heal.
Live in any condition no matter how harsh, if you survive, thank the basic instinct of self-preservation facilitated through the natural process of adaptation.
Hence, I adapted.
Where the whites are concerned, herein lies the worth of all pain and efforts endured.
The price of this new found gain, who bears right to say it is better or worse than its previous state.
My being resonates that it IS indeed for the better good. True to what was previously merely imagined, budding leaves have begun their formation. Lest it be mistaken for, I take no credit whatsoever for this positive turn of events. It is simply a progression of turns brought about by circumstance and positive influences (of which I am very grateful of).
To do nothing in lieu of what's best- A current battle of which is renewed and needs to be reinforced constantly.
Nonetheless, current endeavors and good company has brought about much solace and have filled up much of my time, mind and space- a much needed incubator from the perils of the self.
Slowly but surely, I'm mending.
Albeit times of wallowing, in between drifting and going through the motion of things, I mostly just keep swimming.
I see not the shore, and it shall always remains hardly the point.
Where I am, is where I'll be, for now.
Monday, January 11
For.
Much to be thankful for, much to rejoice for and much to live for.
Much to regret for, to be sorry for, to be blind for, to cry for, and to sigh for.
Much to wish for, to hope for, to strive for, to aim for and to fight for.
For.
There always much to __________ for.
Through the various stages of our journey, fors may be maintained, discarded or reinvented.
The point is not to follow through just for the sake of it.
Attempt I shall, by resonating what the heart wants whilst maintaining a realistic balance through its interaction with the external environment...all if not but to sustain my continuation of the journey.
Once a consensus is achieved, the dissonance appeased; I'm home free.
What do my fors stand for?
Where do they stem from?
Are they what I live for?
Who do I live for?
Much to regret for, to be sorry for, to be blind for, to cry for, and to sigh for.
Much to wish for, to hope for, to strive for, to aim for and to fight for.
For.
There always much to __________ for.
Through the various stages of our journey, fors may be maintained, discarded or reinvented.
The point is not to follow through just for the sake of it.
Attempt I shall, by resonating what the heart wants whilst maintaining a realistic balance through its interaction with the external environment...all if not but to sustain my continuation of the journey.
Once a consensus is achieved, the dissonance appeased; I'm home free.
What do my fors stand for?
Where do they stem from?
Are they what I live for?
Who do I live for?
Sometimes it's there but I don't see it.
But often times, I don't see it, but it's there.
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