Circling circles
Funny how you see people in passing but never really speak up. You just keep on moving and living life. One day the thought pops into your head that blues do overrun and a word is said.
Yet the fun in all thoughts is that some are just replayed or replaced so that life can make a movement. So what of this one I had today? Well i just kept moving. Not really caring except flashes of color. Things just told me routines are still intact.
Even more so that my life can move different directions without people involved. It is such a peaceful time. Remarkable how just almost a year ago I never thought I could say that. Yet now, sweetness and kindness overflows.
Such gentleness that comes when you learn about yourself without people. How you live and the way you conta in or free yourself. It's an experience not all can do, as I have seen. Some need the barriers of others to help them grow. Yet do they really grow?
A question I don't ponder over long because what other people do in their lives is no interest to me. I learned from that backwash. I have come a long way, and still many miles to travel.
I know that.
And I will be alright.
As I look back over the months I am grateful everything. Even those ultimate dirty lows. There, I grew the most.
I learned about my anger. I learned how curse words really don't justify any means and eliminate the effect of descriptive words. Quite plainly cuss words are mundane. Nothing extraordinary about them.
I also learned the weirdness of my 40s and my oddity of my body. I learn the freedoms of conversations and was included in opinions. I learned about my health.
I learned about me. The best part of all is those simplifications I made in my life. The details that refined who I wanted to be. And even more the definition of a survivor.
This is only a part of my trek. The other paths have already begun and th e pursuit of goals is in line. One by one the pieces I prayed for are falling into grasp. This is only proven by prayer and hard work.
And as much as the day grows closed and my exhaustion hits high I still wake to hope for new lessons.
This is how I see traveling in the same circles yet not saying a word. The definition of clarifying yourself. Possibly even washing your life of those who once were high importance to the wayside.
And as I watch people never really breaking loose. Only grasping the next "similar" thing, I cannot help but say I am sorry you didn't learn to grow on your own.
And when I say that, it isn't malice or sarcasm it's pity and empathy. Sadness overcomes me for a little while and then I shake free. Realizing I cannot help everyone.
One day life will be complete. My eyes will close and rest will come. And life will be place in Paradise.
Yet until then I am finding my place, for me. For I only have to worry about me, for now.
Yet the fun in all thoughts is that some are just replayed or replaced so that life can make a movement. So what of this one I had today? Well i just kept moving. Not really caring except flashes of color. Things just told me routines are still intact.
Even more so that my life can move different directions without people involved. It is such a peaceful time. Remarkable how just almost a year ago I never thought I could say that. Yet now, sweetness and kindness overflows.
Such gentleness that comes when you learn about yourself without people. How you live and the way you conta in or free yourself. It's an experience not all can do, as I have seen. Some need the barriers of others to help them grow. Yet do they really grow?
A question I don't ponder over long because what other people do in their lives is no interest to me. I learned from that backwash. I have come a long way, and still many miles to travel.
I know that.
And I will be alright.
As I look back over the months I am grateful everything. Even those ultimate dirty lows. There, I grew the most.
I learned about my anger. I learned how curse words really don't justify any means and eliminate the effect of descriptive words. Quite plainly cuss words are mundane. Nothing extraordinary about them.
I also learned the weirdness of my 40s and my oddity of my body. I learn the freedoms of conversations and was included in opinions. I learned about my health.
I learned about me. The best part of all is those simplifications I made in my life. The details that refined who I wanted to be. And even more the definition of a survivor.
This is only a part of my trek. The other paths have already begun and th e pursuit of goals is in line. One by one the pieces I prayed for are falling into grasp. This is only proven by prayer and hard work.
And as much as the day grows closed and my exhaustion hits high I still wake to hope for new lessons.
This is how I see traveling in the same circles yet not saying a word. The definition of clarifying yourself. Possibly even washing your life of those who once were high importance to the wayside.
And as I watch people never really breaking loose. Only grasping the next "similar" thing, I cannot help but say I am sorry you didn't learn to grow on your own.
And when I say that, it isn't malice or sarcasm it's pity and empathy. Sadness overcomes me for a little while and then I shake free. Realizing I cannot help everyone.
One day life will be complete. My eyes will close and rest will come. And life will be place in Paradise.
Yet until then I am finding my place, for me. For I only have to worry about me, for now.
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