Our Shadows
It's made of:
- truths almost told.
-ideas almost launched
- convictions almost embodied.
our shadows are not supposed to be haunting us it wants us to stop abandoning the versions of us that were enough—if only we’d chosen them.
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Our Shadows
It's made of:
- truths almost told.
-ideas almost launched
- convictions almost embodied.
our shadows are not supposed to be haunting us it wants us to stop abandoning the versions of us that were enough—if only we’d chosen them.
Thank You, I See You
In case no one said it today to you, thank you.
Thank you for those seemingly tiny things you've done today that created an impact or imprint to another.
Thank you for existing, for breathing -sharing some CO2 to our green neighbours
Thank you for smiling, your pleasant energy eased my anxiety against the sea of smug I see everyday
Thank you for listening even to the most random things
Thank you, I see you
may i see what you see
to see what you see
Made me stay longer
I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine. —Neil Armstrong
sometimes it takes wasting to know value
“He loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
there’s beauty in it too
quietly enduring loss
simmering in destruction
before you go back out there again
you have a fresh slate
“A problem is a chance for you to do your best.”
— Duke Ellington
Or effup just a wee bit more before the best
How much longer Must I exist here? How much longer
Do I have to be here?
is surrendering the only viable option in life?
but there are some people who are just too etched into your core that even as time passes the absence of their existence just continually pervades within you
where are you now? wherever you are …
may all your pain be a thing of the past
may all your suffering be rewarded
may all your tears be due to joy
may all your being be celebrated
you were never meant to be here.
you were always bound to be there
i just want to
to breathe again without having to smoke
to sleep again without intent of escaping reality
to walk again without the weight caving in
to see again without skewing my perception
to think again without trying so hard
to eat again without swallowing my being
to speak again without sensation of being muffled
to be human again just existing just cause
When you had to grow up fast
you realize at some point you’re still a child
that the maturity or “advanced in years”
you think you possess is just a cover up
for your cluelessness
your naivety
your restlesness
your anxiousness
law of growth and development that runs through the universe, bitter in its personal application, but illuminating when we look upon life as a whole -John Burroughs how can we look at life as a whole being in this present state of bitterness and being in and out of the mundane?
Above all I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure -Dr Sacks
to be able to say this in my last days will be my new end goal
silence which is beautiful in itself Dervla Murphy
question is where do I find this in this incredibly loud world