Once upon a time, the plot of hope led to a happiness on the other side of suffering but what if that gate keeping has unconsciously prevented experiencing happily ever after in the colors of the moments of the places where we really need it?
It was inevitable that our stories would contain hopes that were lost, and that our way of thinking would not run out of unhappy responses to cover and shrink the creativity that follows in our works of art.
And of course, nothing of ours has felt more isolating than the imprints of what cannot be unseen mixed in with the fear of the tomorrows that would also surely sing loudly about what we still don’t see eye to eye with.
And since we have never had any other kind of relationship with the vulnerability of our grief, endings have overshadowed any progress, and silence has bloomed from the nourishment of darkness before any questions could ever begin to bud.
But the truth is that even when we are on a path that appears to be the right one, there will still be many days that include disappointment and exhaustion from all the trying as well as plans that don’t work out.
But regardless of the presence of any storms, we can’t let the propagating keepsakes that distract us from finding what’s winsome in the unlikable, fool us into believing that happiness isn’t valuable unless everything is just so.
Not every hope will end in enjoyment but because we contain too much to stay in the conditions of some dream, joy wordlessly hovers underneath the surface, quietly waiting to feed at least a smile and at most laughter that makes our stomachs hurt.
I don’t know if I would have done anything different if I had had a glimpse that the hello of the greatest hope that I have ever held would end up being the biggest good-bye in my life.
But in comparing where I am now with those once upon a time pages, the diversity of the symphony of colors that make my feelings not just felt but seen, is revealing the intricate parts of happily ever after in the unhappiness of what devastatingly didn’t work out.
There is no doubt that we have happiness on our minds but it’s time to take it out of the view of a plot that would have us thinking that there is only one conception of it and expand it into one in which its made up of a bit of this as well as some of that.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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