“Love what you have. Need what you want. Accept what you receive. Give what you can. Always remember, what goes around, comes around…”
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. “A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
I often find myself here thinking
About the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking
And it's crazy here without you
I used to think this all was ours
We'd stay up late, debate on how we'd find our way
Say it's all up in the stars
About the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking
And it's crazy here without you
I used to think this all was ours
We'd stay up late, debate on how we'd find our way
Say it's all up in the stars
I've found that with the settling process in full development the time has come to a slow halt.
The part of me that longs for the freedom and adventure of the unknown has quieted.
The evolution of the manic runaway has evolved and recreated itself,
began to embrace the consistencies, join in the routines and time tables the general operate by.
And days mirror days and hours mirror hours,
but all of a sudden, for no particular reason, that's become okay.
I wonder if it's the process of growing older...and I told you this would happen.
I would hate to warn you that childlike dreams have morphed into practicalities.
But it's not so mundane,
not what I thought it'd be.
The truth is that it becomes a whole new adventure,.
For example, i mean it in this way-
you must create a familiar to begin to appreciate the consistencies.
Everything in-between what is-predictability and complete unknown is just the transformation process.
I didn't know this, because I hadn't created a familiar for myself.
But it's important to note, there are still learning opportunities.
I'm stretching myself in new ways-learning new situations, creating new relationships....
still transformation-even though my scenery has not changed.
Little things inspires....the appreciation for the quiet Sunday afternoons,
the beauty of a rainstorm from the porch,
the way my things begin to really feel like things...
it's in this way that i have created a sense of home and belonging.
Don't be fooled though,
because this is where people begin to fall into the traps of time.
The perspective becomes petrified over time and warped into a twisted version of what is true.
Your idealism is replaced with cynicism,
and you gain a small minded narcissistic view on the rest of the world.
But by applying the experiences and places and giving the attention to...
things that should be appreciated,
things that were hard you overcame,
things that created a new thought,
things that challenged your person,
things that amazed you,
things that are a part of who you are as a person...
then you'll remember all the things you never want to forget.
Just because that "itch" to flee by boat, train, on foot, in the air dissipates,
it will remain on the back burner until the time is right.
Timing is everything really.
But i'm constantly remembering that it all matters.
I can feel myself transforming each day...sometimes i'm not sure what it is,
but i feel it-in the way that i think and feel .
I see it-in the way i act and the things I say...
character building that creates opportunity to live with integrity.
Bringing attention to the beauty-which doesn't stand out like a sunset on the ocean,
a Manhattan skyline,
a plane ride at dusk,..
but it's a quieter beauty-that really takes attention.
You have to stop and really open your eyes to see how it is.
June is here...and not only have I matched my record but i'm flying past it by quite a bit.
I never thought it would feel like this...
but really I do feel a sense of happiness.
I urgently encourage you to take the time to self-reflect and remember this person,
remember this version of self.
Remember how it felt to be independent even if you had to trade total freedom.
Remember to stop and see the quiet beauty,
remember to continue to set goals and push yourself,
to avoid the complacency and to keep perspective.
This is a small slice of life on a small blip on the radar on a small map.
That greatness is an action not a result.
Appreciation of progress is half the battle.
And of course love,
I don't know how I feel about love,
and I'm not sure if ill every understand.
I'm trying to open myself to newness and give ...
to not get back but just to give.
It's not the easiest, because opening doors and loving blindly can lead to unknown,
but then again-i've handled the unknown before....
and been just fine.