Within our perspective that success will lead to our being happy, we lean into the idea that some of our yesterdays limit our options for today so it is far better for us to bury those feels in the dark then it is for them to continue to have close contact with the light of our hopes for tomorrow.
Our dedication to that course of action seems beneficial as those pieces slip out of sight, but not allowing room for the intertwinement of the grief that appears along our trails grants our various points of sadness the power to become our belief of merely existing in a gloomy life.
We don’t live in the past but we certainly visit with it’s history as it continues to influence us and learning to breathe in those particular spots that have left us gasping for air does not stand for covering them up but instead that we should not tolerate the fear of having been imperfect in those places or the ones that will eventually appear in the unknowns of the future.
The absence of light cannot let go of the darkness that we carry nor can disbelief in ourselves expel the dislike that we feel about our authentic-ness but our hands-on commitment to knowing all of who we are is what will help us to take responsibility for how we feel in the broken-hearted moments as well as just the pretty parts.
Unhappy slices do not have the ability to hold us back but our being unaware that they serve a purpose in our stories and that it takes time to discover what those events have hidden in them certainly does.
The aim isn’t to be happy with the debris but it is to understand how to love ourselves better through the extended teaching process of them while also appreciating the breaks in the storms.
So go to the various pages where you have assigned the meaning of your feelings and recognize that those younger versions of your definitions were never meant to be the guide for the rest of your life as the emotions from the yesterdays are merely some of the countless things that you can continue to build on to support yourself to a greater degree today.
It has never been about the flowers as the happiness that comes from them will fade in our memories and they are not the correct shelters for us in the weeds because of that ability to decay but being able to be content with ourselves as works of art in progress will always be the right lighting for the different kinds of dragons, darkness and weather that exist along the paths in so very heavell lives.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
We often hear that we should follow our hearts and if our tunes are expressing the soft rhythms that we can effortlessly travel with, it’s easy to believe in that, but when our bundled feels also hold the kind of sorrow that stays so close to us that it’s gloom casts itself from one end of the yesterdays to our current point in time, our movement becomes restricted.
Generally what we hear in the ebb and flow of our thoughts and feelings are not the gentler voices that we want to perceive of as those usually slip unnoticed into the background as soon as those repetitive loud notes begin to play.
It’s no wonder why we struggle to imagine ourselves as being possible with those constant displays of emotions weighing us down as well the implications that, somehow, they describe us better than we could ever hope to.
For some, the answer to that pain and moving forward is to exist right where we are in this moment while no longer considering the previous days nor worrying about the tomorrows but for others, the past, present and future are equal in our stories which means that we can’t go ahead without being aware of the dark and the light that we have been building upon.
So, if we cannot advance as the results of what we have come to believe about ourselves, then perhaps that’s because we have given the emotions that we put together in our narratives, the power to choose merely a little bit of who we are, out of all that we actually are, and then allowed them to speak as if they hold our value.
What if, though, that noise is not trying to point out that we are weak but that those parts need help and until we are willing to be vulnerable enough to open up the spaces, they will remain as the prickles that continue to pierce our hearts and minds with their sounds?
Darkness is the absence of light and the only way to change its appearance is by our bringing luminosity to those areas and our being authentic conveys the truth that we hold both the ability to illuminate through what we know and to also be insufficient in that brightness from the shadows of our own beliefs.
Following our hearts doesn’t mean that we should abandon who we are by trailing around with our feelings but it does indicate that we should dance a little more in the places where that noise calls to us by way of its loud and unwanted beats.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
We paint the pictures of our hearts through the closeness of the lines in our stories and even when it isn’t dark outside, we add the moments that have been to our blank pages as the consistent reminders of why we have abandoned the homes within ourselves.
What attracts us to those marks of fragility is the way in which our darkness leverages itself as an embrace that we can rely on in our responses to the uncertainty of what is ahead as well as when we, once again, find ourselves in the weeds.
Our perception of ourselves has held the belief that being uneasy with or fearful of the unknown is the same as being incapable of navigating the uncharted sheets of our stories so keeping what’s familiar with us gives us a sense of safety even when it’s a painful hug.
We have also relied on the idea that having off-color pieces means that we, as a whole, are weak when those vulnerable items of ours are merely voicing that more care is required from us for the hurt to feel enfolded while still being represented within the pigments of our hearts.
The reality is that we are aware that we have been unsuccessful at various points in our lives but that sorrow within our narratives is not proof of our being broken as those steps, even as the incorrect ones, are only some of the examples of the diverse ways that we have engaged with the expansion and constriction in our lives.
What we believe and what we know to be true about ourselves are two very different things and the power of how we view both, affects whether our setbacks and grief continue to taint our pages or not.
Beliefs are the results of the emotions that have filled us from our encounters and while we are meant to feel them in order to understand ourselves better, we were never supposed to be at war on the inside by becoming them.
In knowing the truth about ourselves, we allow all of our facts to be present in our hearts and minds because in the process of the ecosystems of our gardens, our presence does not exist solely in the moments of the storms nor are we only valuable in just the pretty parts.
As real-life stories go, it has never actually been possible for any of us to always be right and yet we are not willing to be wrong, so if we must let go of something, let it be our continuous living within our rollercoaster feels that reinforce those beliefs and instead give more care as we practice learning to completely love the people that we authentically are.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
Loneliness is our grief breaking through from the marks of our moments where the lights of being heard and loved existed as hopes and dreams but not as our actual experiences of being at home within our own hearts.
Feeling homesick for those comforting embraces that we imagine prevail somewhere that we just haven’t found yet, creates separation within us but it’s not the kind that encourages the space that allows us to breathe within the content of our own authenticity.
That disconnect is like shifting our weight of the world from one hand to another and then back again as we walk the lines that we think we should or distract ourselves from what we carry by seeking shelter in the vibes and words of others.
Initially, there is a sense of relief from our burdens in those settings but eventually, any time it rains that pain propagates as the reminders that we are longing for our place of safety to rest our hurting hearts and tired minds.
We aren’t content with allowing the relationship that we have with ourselves but we are comfortable with thinking that we are disqualified from having the choice to get creative with our obstacles, especially those fire-breathing dragons, that feel so inseparable from us no matter how hard we try to let them go.
What is able to bleed through follows us because we are the only ones who can turn the light on in the darkness of their existence although our intent has been to surround them with the sound of silence so that they will go away without our having to blend their needs in with our desires for easy trails, sunny days and of course the flowers that we think prove we are all right.
What if the purpose of our mangled words, muddy colors and out-of-tune songs is not to make us feel like failures but are the very emotional cues that beauty and being home within ourselves are not truly defined by the blooms that eventually have to decay anyways but by us as the main characters in the narratives where we just happen to grieve and fall down more than we want to?
If you must let go of something, then let it be your idea of what the isolation, homesickness and hurt says about you as well as the belief that you have to be more than what is already within your reach from your encounters for you to be possible.
After all, flowers will always be within our view but the magical ones require us to dance a little more with expanding the space where our feels constrain us even when it seems easier to look elsewhere or to let someone else tell us how to paint our stories.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
When authors write their engaging tales, their words inspire us to imagine the possibilities, but when it comes to our own narratives, we are often strangers residing uncomfortably in the embrace of a bunch of colors that express the details of the long stories that we have been the main characters in.
Many of our pages don’t actually have things written on them that we need to let go of, but the ones where our feels unfold in limiting ways do because those vibes would have us believe that they belong in every space that we exist in merely because they came to life at some previous spot along our journeys.
The power of what has been lies in our hearts and minds working together to re-live the emotions of the experiences as well as the thoughts that replay the events.
Once we take hold of that kind of constraint within ourselves, every sheet that follows becomes messy as those particular hues move forward bleeding through from one day to the next influencing our belief in our potential for change despite a thing called hope.
It’s not that any of those moments can completely define who we are, even when repeated, but it is how we have been consistently enfolding those items into ourselves that has allowed them to keep breathing as if they are invincible dragons capable of controlling us well into the tomorrows.
As the very people who are feeling the void of safety and love in our accounts, we haven’t come this far to only remain at this exact point on the inside but we can’t proceed ahead to uncover what feels absent from us by continuing to write and walk in the same manner that buried what we are looking for to begin with.
To be possible is simply the idea that there is the potential for us to be successful at something but that proposal never changes it’s position in our hearts and minds until we start traveling towards what we are wishing for whether we ever get there or not.
The same concept applies to the overtones of the dragons that live from our marks, their voices and our vulnerability to them remain in the same tones until we are able to show up and truly hear as well as see ourselves.
The true nature of all imaginary and real-life stories is for every persona to learn how to be the content by flowing and adjusting with the expansions and narrowing of the trails in the time and at the speed that is meant for each of us as individuals.
Our potential is always present but sometimes we have to dance a little more with our no’s to locate the magic in our art that puts the yes into our steps.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
Today is the current location of the magic of our art as we reside between the downward forces of yesterday’s stumbling practices and the hopeful progress of the tomorrows.
The past holds how we have done everything up until this very moment and what we feel we look like on those already turned pages creates the desire to separate ourselves from the unhappiness and what we believe to be the examples of our weaknesses on the next ones.
We are, after all, vulnerable in the messages of our old steps that didn’t match what our wishes held and certainly their lack of support for us is the reason why we would want to move our direction forward unaccompanied by their voices.
Carrying on without some of who we are, though, leaves us standing outside of ourselves existing in individual, breathing shelters made up of loneliness and painted smiles that own us far more than any of the marks from our prior days could ever do.
Being our authentic selves is a balancing act of the things that we consider to be worthy of our laughter, admiration, tears and heart-break along with the rest of the experiences that live in the midst of both of our light and dark moments.
Often our footing isn’t stable in at least some of our details while other areas remain completely steady so letting go of the connections that we have with ourselves whispers to our hearts that we are broken when really, the problem has always been how we have viewed the particular decay of our hurt within our gardens.
We can’t heal what we surround with the sound of silence and when we cloak parts with darkness to prevent those mixed emotions from holding us back, we are actually stopping ourselves from not only adding to our stories of love but also the very progression that we have been dreaming of.
There is courage in having made it to this exact spot just as there has been fear and there are genuine grins that have consistently appeared with the pain and if we wish to give ourselves a chance at change, we have to dance a little more with the idea that having a hard time going through has more to do with our uncomfortableness of being whole narratives then it does with a lack of sunlight or flowers that don’t show up as we had hoped they would.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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