Reality in Pieces

Embracing You.

Such is life. 

Whatever happens, happens, and that’s okay.

There is so little within your control and so much, out of your control. 

Thrive in the little within your control and let it sprout into the beautiful life you deserve. 

The world and society have a definition of who we are supposed to be. What fun should feel like? What food we are to enjoy. What event we should turn up for to be cool. What activities to participate in. What kind of people we should move with. What we should identify with. What books to enjoy. What movies should thrill us? 

Society defines all these and in trying to satisfy and meet these external standards, we forget who we really are and turn society's norms into our norms. We struggle to enjoy a meal, yet we eat it. We don’t feel comfortable in an attire, yet we wear them. We hate the smell/presence of hundreds of people gathered somewhere yet; we attend parties because everyone is going. 

In trying to satisfy society, we forget who we truly are. 

You are You. 

Stop trying to be like others. Stop trying to enjoy what makes you return home feeling hollow. That’s not what life should feel like. It is okay to want to experience other things far from what the world considers normal.

Epoch. 

No power of mine. 

Life is in seasons. 

You have to see every season through. No matter how unkind a season appears, there is always something beautiful about it. What you have to do is find the beauty in your season and embrace it. In the seasons life presents toughness, take a deep breath, hug yourself and remind yourself that seasons change. You are not going to feel this way forever. 

Be patient, Be gentle, Be kind to yourself. 

Taking this quote from a podcast I listened to; The key to withstanding your next season is in the abundance of this season.

You have come this far, you should be proud of yourself for still standing, for still smiling, for still being a source of strength to others, and for never giving up regardless of how much you’ve thought about it. 

One thing that keeps me going - God is in control. 

Isaiah 41:10, 13.

Eccedentesiast.

Grief wearing a different mask.

Maybe tomorrow, it’s not heavy anymore. 

Lately, I haven’t asked for much. 

I wake up every day wanting and hoping to be okay.

One of the hardest things to live with is the room in your heart left untouched. Within it, is a memory that feels like a bruise when you touch it. Unveiling the feelings you will never have access to anymore. So, you leave it locked in that room. Sometimes, you sit with it and feel the intense build-up. Other times, you leave it locked up for very long. Whichever way, it is there. Unchanging. 

How are you? 

I’ve been breathing, I’ve been dancing, I’ve been listening to music, I’ve been stepping out, I’ve been paying attention, I’ve been sitting with my mind, I’ve been watching movies, I’ve been eating plantain chips, I’ve been writing, I’ve been staring, I’ve been wondering if you’re okay, I’ve been sitting in public places, I’ve been peaceful. 

The mist hangs lower at dawn, doesn’t it? 

The clock ticks louder at night, doesn’t it? 

The rain taps softly on the glass, doesn’t it? 

The message in our silence.