we cling on to the old hurt stories because to let them go would mean the death of those same stories… and we fear death, in general. or, we fear the unknown….
we live in a reality that seems to serve only extremes – or, we perpetuate a reality where there is the dark, imbalanced, dysfunctional actions, thoughts, manifestations… or not….
rest your mind
hear your heart
life is a perpetual dance
there are individual battles, hard fought, likely justifiable, maybe on some level a rebalancing of things. regardless, meaningful and reality shifting….
when you choose to love someone you will have to reach to stretch yourself past your comforts your practiced expectations your walls and barriers. . . while they may be another part of you they are not you and must be respected as such embrace the knowns and the unknowns for nothing else defines a…