My mind is dripping with paint. Colours casted all over the unending canvas of my mind. Mixing. Swirling. Blasted with different shades of paint. How rare for a mind that was stripped of significant colour not so long ago...one that was encumbered by the darkest shades of of blacks and the gap between those dark shades and white. There existed only that. Nothing except that. There are stunning and intricate portraits of memories that unfold like streamers in my mind. I used to curse these unending reels of tape falling from the ceilings. They would play time after time in my mind again. Moments. Memories. Feelings. Laughter. My mind felt bogged down by their presence. I truly attempted to manipulate the uncontrollable nature of them, to only find that once a flutter of wind came by they might disentangle time and time again.
This was the tale about a man experiencing discomfort. Regret. Agony. Fear.
A deleterious force within himself controlled by the bitter composition of life's grandest devils and tests. A man who feared the genuine, the true, and to stand up for what really beckoned deep within his heart and drove his ambitions. A man demolished by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of warmth within the caves of his heart. I was the type of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of breathlessness. My grip was grim, turning things to dust, letting them sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and frustrating off intruders of love.
I was the sort of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his attempts to grasp onto things that needed to change, only to find that that there honestly an inability to manipulate what must shift. The pain that was created from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that sort of man, at one time.
One day I made up my mind to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I liked. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to believe that all would arrive in time, that love would make its way, lessons would show up at my stoop and I could truly begin to live.
I let the streamers, oh those attractive tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, wafting around the expansive room of my thoughts with liberty and grace. I started to walk with their wonderful colours appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the opportunity for using what was divine inside my soul. I began to chat to the heavens and rather than living in continued pain, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the type of man that may be dripping with colour and could watch everything go. I could hold people with open palms so they were free to fly. I could smile at things that once caused me pain. My hands, in spite of their strength, became very gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with all that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with enthusiasm. I stopped looking at people and looked into them.
I was once the kind of man who suffered endlessly.
Now, I am the kind of man who suffers, and with that, loves compassionately.
I am moving on with a full heart.
This was the tale about a man experiencing discomfort. Regret. Agony. Fear.
A deleterious force within himself controlled by the bitter composition of life's grandest devils and tests. A man who feared the genuine, the true, and to stand up for what really beckoned deep within his heart and drove his ambitions. A man demolished by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of warmth within the caves of his heart. I was the type of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of breathlessness. My grip was grim, turning things to dust, letting them sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and frustrating off intruders of love.
I was the sort of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his attempts to grasp onto things that needed to change, only to find that that there honestly an inability to manipulate what must shift. The pain that was created from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that sort of man, at one time.
One day I made up my mind to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I liked. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to believe that all would arrive in time, that love would make its way, lessons would show up at my stoop and I could truly begin to live.
I let the streamers, oh those attractive tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, wafting around the expansive room of my thoughts with liberty and grace. I started to walk with their wonderful colours appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the opportunity for using what was divine inside my soul. I began to chat to the heavens and rather than living in continued pain, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the type of man that may be dripping with colour and could watch everything go. I could hold people with open palms so they were free to fly. I could smile at things that once caused me pain. My hands, in spite of their strength, became very gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with all that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with enthusiasm. I stopped looking at people and looked into them.
I was once the kind of man who suffered endlessly.
Now, I am the kind of man who suffers, and with that, loves compassionately.
I am moving on with a full heart.
About the Author:
Evan Sanders is the author of The Words Of Encouragement, a website dedicated to bringing the best quotes, motivational content on the web, and blogs all to one place. Need some more content to help you move forward with your life having your heart broken or being dumped? Try out these letting go quotes for some help. Trust me, they are good.
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