The only regret that I have is having regrets- regretting things that I had not even attempted yet, hating myself for making mistakes, for not being able to change the things that I couldn’t, thinking that things end because they should never have been, killing myself for wanting to live.
He fell in love with her; she possessed him. He said things he would never say and wrote things he would never write. He saw things he would never see and did things he would never do. He shivered, he cried, he sang for her, and when the trance was over, he was really weak. ‘What on earth just happened? What the hell came over me?”
When we die- when a strong change befalls us, it’s up to us [choice] to struggle to find balance again. When we choose light, we become a light ourselves.
Remove the cover; let your pains escape. Mold them into words and music; anything you might be inspired to make. Let their flow lead you to be river; take as long as you need to take. Be willing to swim, let go and heal; be open to new changes in shape. Don’t cover; choose to recover for your very own sake.
You’ll be surprised at how creative you can become when you are angry, in pain, when everything within you just hurts. The high level of joy that whatever you make/achieve will bring to you if you choose to heal through it, by not just ignoring the pain but by expressing it, is immense. Find relief, satisfaction and happiness in/through (not despite) your agony.
Isn’t it a shame that even the most successful farmers are planted in the ground when they die, buried six-feet under, like mere crops, usually by able-bodied men with very good digging abilities, but they don’t grow back?
The earth gives us food till we become her food.
Mother Earth feeds us today
and swallows us tomorrow.
We let the past go but it flaps its wings and perches on us. We leave the past behind but it’s a fast runner; it catches up with us. So we kill the past, but it never just lies there. It almost never stays dead; it crawls right back into bed, bloody.
It’s not easy to let the past go. When you begin to date the Present and you bring it home, the Past might leave on its own accord, but it might break a few things in your heart first.
Be conscious of the decisions you make and the things you do in the present.