Not stuck in time

Seated here pondering over what is important and what can be discarded.  So many points in my life could be emptied and yet I hold onto them. Why you ask? Well the parts of me that aren't completely healed want to remember why I need to keep going.

Is it some sort of reverse psychosis, no.  Just an encouragement to make me remember just how to live, to inhale the breath. Kindness is the experience whether good or bad.

And as I am looking over books, photos and clothing I am seeing changes that have come through me. Some good and some bad but still a loving gentleness. I am sure people who have gone through my rough spots would disagree to the joy or little tastes of happiness I have experienced. 

Yet each person is different. Each person tackles their mountains and trials a different way.

Yet me, I seek the joy each lesson. So back to those boxes leaving my house. Each item has been touched and some remain. Though many are leaving.

But that is how you make a fresh start in life. And as this day opens wide I am just enjoying my solitude and memories. None which drown me.

All that says too much inside of me are those photos stuck between times. And yet they make me smile so big.

Noting as the simple parts of life start to echo out and time really can stand still if you allow it to. Would you? And who would join in on the breathtaking sights of silence in your company?

Me? Well just me. And that is bliss.