Hope is ours to dance new lines onto the pages of the tomorrows but sometimes the past poetry on the inside comes along to say that we are deceiving ourselves and so we find that:
We can’t change the shape of our homes because there is no retirement for the lack of forgiveness and fragile-ness that’s growing there.
We can’t convince ourselves to not think about the losses or the pain because we still feel so small in comparison to what is implied about flowers.
We can’t imagine having a whole lot of joy because that kind of smile has been mostly absent in the yesterdays.
We can’t feel safe and sound because we are still holding onto deals that hide the colors in our art.
We can’t get validation for how we came out on the other side because definitions, seemingly belonging to others, are included while our own words are tempered with denigration.
But even though we can’t doubt the details of distractions, the vibe behind things that are forever more was never meant to assert that we weren’t equipped to be all right all along so let’s just say that:
Better stories come from reintroducing the bravery that we built in the losses.
Much needed chances come from believing in us within the colors even if that means failing together periodically.
It’s never too late for the truth that there are multiple ways to get where we want to be and we can try them all.
Our job is not to be devoted to being happy but to be dedicated to being real in all of our experiences that also include joy.
Becoming the friend that loves us in unlikable moments means that being alone does not feel lonely.
Ultimately, having something to go forward with comes from letting go of not past poetry, but the set of rules that have been used to design page after page as if we are hard to work with just because of some moments.
Our ability to put life into words is always better than what we believe to be possible, and we can always get what is needed from them whether flowers grow or not.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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