When I can, I find it's better to vent to a friendly stranger, someone who can listen and walk away feeling the same as they did before the conversation. That way, I can hear it myself without the anxiety of the other person's emotions, I stay responsive rather than reactive. Then when I speak to a loved one its easier to hear their perspective and learn from one another, making our bond all the stronger.
At every level society, from the personal to the international scale, treaties are a falsehood where a power imbalances exist; thus true peace cannot exist, only more and less violent forms of war, and this fact is key to evolving our era. Thus to rid ourselves of the money-nexus, to establish a society run with love as first principle, is a prerequisite of true peace.
I never experienced grief this bad before. It all started when I lost my mother, my world and my hero. It sneaked up on me quietly and took me under its arms in an instant. Every memory played like a song in my head, repeating itself for what seemed like forever. I was lost mostly because I had lost a big part of me. I couldn't get that part back and I wanted it so bad as my life depended on it but it was all gone, vanished in thin air. I can't say it got better but it did get easier. At first, I thought grief was something bad that takes you ten feet under but soon I learned that it was just the price we had to pay for loving someone.
It can be hard sometimes. Now and then we will choose the wrong way, a bit like moving against the grain.
We can ruin the wood we call life.
This can be hard to take back, since the damage has already been done.
It will scar you for a while, the mistakes we make but eventually it will fade into the past.
A simple decision can ruin our lives, but only you can choose whether to hold on to the past pain or let it go.
When the grey roots of mama's hair began to show, she took to wearing a vibrant headscarf. She looked beautiful every day, the breeze billowing the ends of the long silk as if they were the ribbons of a kite.
Only a flower with true roots, nurtured by a loving mother earth may bloom, for only then can they drink from the rain. To admire the bloom and ignore the need for roots is to accept the death of all flowers, to walk into a world where flowers are only paper-thin works of paint and easel.
I know it’s an addiction. Everyone tells me. But it’s to painful to let go of. It’s always there for me when nothing else is. It makes my brain feel happy again. And I feel so bad to just let go because it’s like my best friend. What’s my addiction you ask? Well it’s...
In the pandemic many nations chose new temporary national anthems to rally a spirit of togetherness, we Brits went for "the frog song," or rather, "We All Stand Together," by Sir Paul McCartney.
A royal crown sits upon his head like a boat stuck on a stream in one place. It's like it's entangled in the roots of his hair, like it's apart of him. In the shower, at work, in front of everyone. It's going to be there for ever and ever. But who cares? I like it that way.
Choices are rarely a fork of two pathways, yet with eyes a little wider open, many pathways appear. The right path for one person can be different from another and only the inner compass of love and passion can illuminate it for that soul to walk upon.
