I wonder if the reality will ever fully set in. I glance at her photo and it just doesn't seem like she can be gone.
" Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow." ~ Sylvia Plath
Amen! I have allowed drama to run my life for quite some time.. always feeling the need to respond to it... going forward the key is no reaction. I can be happy regardless of what anyone else throws at me. I just HAVE to keep remembering my self worth and self love and self happiness is NOT based on what anyone else feels or does towards me.
It's a new learning process but I will get there.. happiness can be had through grief. Grief is a process that I don't think ever ends you just learn to live through it. So as well as not allowing drama from others, I will work to not allowing my grief to define my happiness.
May you all have a HAPPY SNOW DAY!!!!I woke up with this thought in my head: If peace is the absence of conflict, and love is the absence of judgment, then true happiness is the absence of anguish, no? Think about it… the moment we stop inflicting our own suffering and realize that happiness is a choice (not a destination), then all we'd be left-with is our innate state of stillness and bliss. So why aren't more people unreasonably happy all the time?
Maybe it's because we've been so systematically trained by the media to accept drama as a form of entertainment, that our lives feel somehow incomplete without it (which explains why some people seek or even create drama, confusing the stillness of our soul with boredom).
We've been programmed to always demand bigger/better/faster/more, so even when we reach a state of pure bliss, we think of it as insufficient and immediately try to improve upon what isn't even broken. We have subconsciously deemed true happiness as "not good enough", and go on our "pursuit of happiness" like a hamster on a wheel, when happiness isn't something we have to pursue.. it's in our hearts to discover!
Maybe that's why I love LIFE like a puppy: Wholeheartedly, unconditionally, continuously and with no reservations... I don't need external stimuli.. I think the magic of the breath is entertaining enough.
Each morning when you wake up, before doing anything else… smile! Inviting you to be a soldier of peace in the army of love, your brother Timber (Buddhist Boot Camp).
I say goodnight. I wish for sweet dreams of you. Just a simple hello or an I Love you. I hear the voice of all I should have said and should have done. The wall between here and there. The screaming of the what ifs is so loud you can't get through. I lay awake wishing you were here to say go to sleep mommy I am home. Go to sleep mommy you will see me. Go to sleep mommy I am holding your hand now like you held mine. Go to sleep mommy I am beside you as you stayed by me. I say good night. I wish for sweet dreams of you.
Interesting thought. Makes sense. Every time I hear be stronger, be better, you are tougher than this I feel like a huge fake and failure. Sometimes the encouraging words are painful. I heard the sweetest words from one of the toughest guys I know the other day. He said I can't make this better for you but u will be here for you when you are ready.
A feather of The Phoenix silently breaks through the deep covering of ash, Faithfully and Gracefully searching for the Light. Does anyone see? Does anyone care? Hidden so long, away from the Light and life, covered by the ash of bursting flame from tragedy, darkness, and pain, The Phoenix now hears the hearts of others quietly whispering they are waiting, it's time to fly and take a chance... A chance at life.
It must continue on because life continues..
Because it just ...
I am not who I used to be I see things in a blinding black and white. The goodness in the hearts of others shine through and the darkness... The darkness is a spinning Vortex begging you to take a step closer.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~ Sylvia Plath
To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...
"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?"
Random Musings from Facebook
My random status thoughts and love sent to me by others. Just a glimpse into the madness, sadness, and silliness of my mind.