thought | Immortal words. Mortal me.
Sometimes you fail to see that the path you took wasn’t what you wanted, but needed to be who you are.
sometimes we get so used to the furnace, the grill, the burns, that accepting the meadows feels alien.
and sometimes the meadows feel like home and the furnace like a never ending prison.
Everyone at some point, has this fluctuation.
You go through all that you go through to rise through it and become something even more wiser than before.
The refusal to change and act rigid is the process of denial. Snap out of it. You can’t escape the paths.
Some of us are so cautious, that we plan every day of our lives. Mind you the inevitables and paths that you need to take work through a divine plan and will find a way over and above your plans.
Call it fate, destiny, karma or God… For me it’s God.
Life is preplanned by God, but is an unknown present to us. The present where we breathe is NOW, unwrapping the gift, parts we love, parts we like, parts we hate, parts we deny. But all of it hidden, known and unknown; liked , loved or hated, or denied, is life.
Accept what it is, for this will help you accept you. Rigidity to accept life tantrums will slower your process of being you.
so all pierced cuts were sealed.
everything that hurt began to heal.
even when the lights were bleary dim.