The Diary of a Lost Soul

Indescribable

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And if you do, never forget to remember again. ❤

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Questions Surface

So what now? The human mind is such a complexity that thoughts are such a separation from that of the soul or inner being, that these formation of thoughts become something parasitic feeding off our brain. Sometimes imaginative and unlimited, yet sometimes so dark and twisted and tangled. So much so that our soul fills with thorns of confusion and lack of the ability to distinguish between what's real and make believe. But then what's real anyway? Because everything that does or doesn't exist is all based on perception. Isn't it?

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The Beginning

Everyone has a beginning. Everything on this earth, like the beautiful creatures and pieces of mother nature that we're allowed the  pleasure of admiring, and even the invisible mysteries that we can only wonder about, or see through telescopes. We still love. We still wonder. We wonder about their beginning and even a time before our own beginning. Which ironically, maybe, just maybe, we might be the never ending  source of the creation itself. So what is the beginning? Is it this life? Or is out beginning all of life's beginning too? Maybe we are the galaxies dancing with the stars in the sky. The same stars that we are a part of, and are a part of us. Within us and around us, sparkling with existence and whispering the truth  without effort, and without words or rational explanations. The stars illuminate the honesty so we can feel the beginning. Like Father sun and Mother moon. Love before words even existed, and before feelings could be felt or explained.  such unconditional love. Infinity. That is the beginning. Infinity.

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This is so perfect ❤

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“i give people the bullets they need for their guns and am surprised when they shoot me with it.”

— n.a (via apollota)

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Destiny Rider

My destiny is like my dragon.

I choose the direction I want to go,

And sure, my dragon carries me by the heart, 

Flying with me through my own choices;  redirecting me when my choice doesn't match the universal plans. I totally accept and pay complete attention to the signs that lead me to the right path, the path that my destiny made its home and tied me to.

 I love my home,

 I'll always be connected to it.

 I trust it.

Fate will eventually knock on my door and I'll invite it in as company.

Everyone has to answer their own door some day.

But I choose how and when my destiny becomes my destination. 

I decide who I am.

I am the writer of my own story, it belongs to me.

And my own truth can never be taken from me.  My words are stitched in with the stars in the sky. I am the dragon rider, the dragon is mine. I am the rider of my own destiny.

Do you hold the reins of yours?