Dear Deluded Heart,
My journey is coming to a close.
My decision to let go of the past led to the conclusion that I must surrender to change. Now I find myself here at the final resolve: to honour my free spirit, by honouring the present moment.
Here is my final reflection on this 3-part chapter…
It is our spirit – our soul/conscious/psyche – that connects the past, present and future. Our spirit moves so swiftly that it leaves its presence through time, allowing us to remember where we were, in the past, and dream of places we’re yet to be, in the future. However, the only thing that separates the ghost of our past, to the illusion of the future, is the space that Continue reading “Honouring the Moment (Pt.3)”
Life – like clockwork – keeps on going. But time is also the gift that brings peace of mind by healing pain from old wounds, and strengthening eyes to bring forth perspective.
Often, mistakes are the fall that helps us dodge the bullet, but we are too busy tending the scrapes on our knees to notice the chaos we escaped. Continue reading “The Power of Perspective”
Imagine for one moment, it was all genuine. The words, the smiles, the look, the touch, it all meant something. And when he swept you away it was intentional, with aim. You were sought after, you were looked after. It all meant something.
Just imagine for one moment, it was all real. And you weren’t crazy. And it mattered.
Because whether you’ve lost something that was real, or holding onto something that wasn’t, it was a flame that’s now lost to the dark – but it’s as present as the stars in the sky, the one you always find yourself looking up for. Has the darkness consumed it or does it light up the night? Will your star be a dead fire from the past or a flickering light in the distance? Will you resent its absence or appreciate its existence?
Whichever way you choose to see it, just choose to see it… for if anything, he illuminated your path if for a moment of time. To deny it in any which way – for better or worse – that’s the real loss. You traded in your time for a memory, it’s your duty to make it a good one. Because nothing changes the past other than your perception of it. Continue reading “Dear Larissa: Night Vision”