It swells and rises.
Bubbles in your gut till it tickles your heart.
It’s not a nice, funny feeling though. It’s a feeling that wants to cry, hide, curl up into a ball and never unwind.
It has a million questions - non of which you have an answer for.
You can’t help but feel you did this to yourself. But then you wonder if there was any other way.
What other choice was there and what would that feeling have been?
It swells and rises….
Keep moving. Don’t let yourself be stuck. Open the gate to your heart and be free.
Why must we say goodbye?
How else do we leave a place in time?
To move from one moment to another is a natural, organic and earthly experience. Why then is often marked with fear?
To move with grace and ease…. Without the need for closing doors. Is that possible?
How free could we be if the compulsion to conclude was gone?
What liberties we would enjoy, if we were not so chained to passing whispers….
Doors. Which one to choose?
Some are inviting, some not so much.
Do you play devils advocate and choose the less attractive option? Do you secretly hope that what lies beyond might pleasantly surprise? Do you hope that, in sacrificing your vanity, you might be rewarded?
What if your choice wasn’t really a choice? What if the decision was pre-destined: each lessons the same, each destination a forgone conclusion.
May be it would free our minds from “the worry of choosing”.
Choice. Such a privilege, but more often a burden.
People are like stones.
Every stone on the road has its place.
Some make you stop. Some you walk straight past.
Others you stub your toe on.
Days that took you one million steps to arrive at.
Days when you don’t have a lot to show for you time, your efforts.
Days where the rumbling and disquiet inside will not be tamed.
Some days are just like this.
