JacintaZoe

Student of Life

[throughtheeyesofemily97]

[worshipgifs]

[worshipgifs]

[creatingnikki]

I listen to the songs on my old phone and they take me back, first to the summer of 2015, then to the winter of 2016. I smile a tired smile. I miss you but at the same time I feel so damn right being here right now in time. I understand now why what happened had to happen. I transfer those songs to my new phone. I know I can hear them and enjoy the art they are made of without letting our past overpower me. I am happy in the now…I am happy with my now. But I’m glad the past happened.

To the girl I used to be (via creatingnikki)

[brecox21-deactivated20200327]

I realize that while you are growing up you think you and your friends are indestructible. You think that you will have forever to do something you love. You think you will have forever for everything. The truth is that you don't. You only have today to live and you may have tomorrow, but you may not have tomorrow's tomorrow. You do not get to choose what happens...you don't get to choose what day you die or how you die.

©bre_lc

[jacintazoe]

Freedom is choice

[jacintazoe]

Waiting for the day I can finally finish this degree, can leave this job and find my place in the world that doesn't leave me feeling crappy at the end of the day.

[aspiritualwarrior]

When you can look a thing dead in the eye, acknowledge that it exists, call it exactly what it is, and decide what role it will take in your life then, my Beloved, you have taken the first step toward your freedom.

Iyanla Vanzant (via aspiritualwarrior)

[jacintazoe]

Can you really let what has happened tint how you see your past? Does a bad ending ruin the good times leading up to your parting? Are all the pictures ruined because they are old? Are the memories now a burden of the past? Or can you hold onto the light while accepting the dark?

[jacintazoe]

When the night, is holding onto me, God is holding on

[snowangelsoul]

[jacintazoe]

A married woman’s past

I write to you now as a married woman.  Not to be patronising, but to say it all still hurst, all the broken friendships, the ex-boyfriends who ran you into the ground, the bad memories, the hurtful comments of your past, they are still there. They sit there quietly, just watching your life go by, and slowly, we fill the cupboard with more and more and the memories are replaced with new ones, and yes occasionally you may be forced to dig an old memory out from the back of the cupboard, but it will be worth it if it means you can finally throw it away. 

I’ve sat here for a while, wondering why, as a married woman, I hope an old Love still thinks of me. Do we really fear being forgotten so much, maybe that’s all this ever was, a way to be remembered? 

I am a happily married woman. And I wouldn’t change a thing. 

[jacintazoe]

Death

Life is so fragile... It comes so easily to the most of us The air in our lungs But there is a moment in all of our lives that that will stop The last breath will catch up with us all Be it old age or cancer, an accident or disease that claims it’s reward And when it comes  When there is no more our lungs can breathe we are dead And the shock ripples through hundreds of people One moment you were there  And the next you’re gone  So quickly  No matter how slow and painful the death  The line between life and death is so thin  And when we hear those phrases  The ones that make death sound almost bearable  Passing away, gone to heaven, in another life, at peace Aren’t we just hiding the truth that that person is dead, gone, forever All their memories flooding the minds of those who knew them Their pictures stuck to the front of our minds  All we see is them and where they are no longer are Death.  Is so shocking  How it steals life from the dead and the living  How the living have to live with death Learn to start again but differently somehow  Always with first love in the background  Always with a brother or sister, a son, a daughter no longer with us

Death.  Is so shocking When we weren’t expecting it to come so quickly  When we thought life was inevitable  Death is so cruel when it steals our last goodbyes  Leaves us with regret  Leaves us with an emptiness that never shrinks but we learn to build around it Hoping that one day the whole in our foundation won’t cave 

Death.  Is so shocking When you’re not quite sure how to process death The finality of dying hasn’t struck home  Death.  Surrounds us all, no one is immune to death Death of others, death of themselves  Death.  Is such a thing that makes me think of home  Home beyond this life A home with a God who’s been waiting to meet me  Death. Is so much harder when you cannot know for certain where they are going And cannot comfort someone with false hope and lies Death.  That comes without warning.  Death  That comes with no remorse. Death. That leaves no apology.  Death.  That spares no one from grief. Death.  The inevitable.  

[solo-un-pensamiento-mas-girl]

Todo a su tiempo ❤

[jacintazoe]

we all find our place in the world eventually

[jacintazoe]

When the tears are falling from your eyes but you don't have time to stop and allow yourself to feel the pain inside so you push through hoping that it'll all go away soon.

[thinkhapppy]

But really though…

[purplebuddhaquotes]

I want deeper connections with the people around me. I need to reach out more. Because not everyone leaves. Sometimes if you reach out, the person you’re trying to reach will be right there waiting.

Susane Colasanti (via purplebuddhaquotes)