‘Good night, Mo, and sweet dreams. Fold this day into itself, and when tomorrow comes start your life anew’
-Whitten Hall , text message received on 08/15/07
(This post would originally be named ‘Night falls…’ However, like plants, if I am to continue my growth process I need to bask in the warm light of a new day)
-Whitten Hall , text message received on 08/15/07
(This post would originally be named ‘Night falls…’ However, like plants, if I am to continue my growth process I need to bask in the warm light of a new day)
…and, with difficulty, you close the last page of that accursed book, its parchment written along with never-ending tears of blood. Despite an utmost desire to cast it away to the bottom of the sea or burn it in a pyre something makes you cling to its content for a second. You take the book back. If opened once again the fresh memories will claw at your skin viciously, perhaps reopening wounds that have clearly not been healed. The shock of the things sometimes best left forgotten will cloud your thoughts and will weaken your spirit.
Set it down, look at this inanimate object that has taken possession of your most intimate thoughts. Breathe in deeply, look at it one last time and say 'thanks for the lessons learned'. Pick it up and place it in an open bookshelf, but high enough so that you can't reach it again, but so that you can see it and remember the lessons you learned whenever you decide to clean your house.
As bad as things may seem they are not the end of the World. Maybe they are the end of the world you knew, a world which you thought you would never be able to escape. Free yourself from pain, free yourself from sorrow, and free yourself from those who inflict them on you or themselves. Above all, love yourself, for in due time you’ll realize you’re the only one you can count on.
Lesson learned: 'The past is a collection of memories from which you can learn, not a web in which you are caught. By all means leave it all behind, lift your hands in victory over that which would never let you move forward, yourself. Just say goodbye'
Set it down, look at this inanimate object that has taken possession of your most intimate thoughts. Breathe in deeply, look at it one last time and say 'thanks for the lessons learned'. Pick it up and place it in an open bookshelf, but high enough so that you can't reach it again, but so that you can see it and remember the lessons you learned whenever you decide to clean your house.
As bad as things may seem they are not the end of the World. Maybe they are the end of the world you knew, a world which you thought you would never be able to escape. Free yourself from pain, free yourself from sorrow, and free yourself from those who inflict them on you or themselves. Above all, love yourself, for in due time you’ll realize you’re the only one you can count on.
Lesson learned: 'The past is a collection of memories from which you can learn, not a web in which you are caught. By all means leave it all behind, lift your hands in victory over that which would never let you move forward, yourself. Just say goodbye'
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