get stuck and I can’t seem to find a way through. So I just stop and abandon things until I wake up one day wanting to pick them up again.
Being vulnerable to someone is a scary thing. We fear judgment. We avoid repercussions too risky to take. But we all long for that safe place. A place where you and I could just be us.
Sometimes our desires and affections are disordered. We search in the wrong places. We prefer a quick fix. We refuse to accept the answers we don’t like to hear.
There is something good about not knowing or having all the answers, even in what seems to be a petty thing. If we always do, then there would be no room for others to help, not even God.
Sometimes you can take people with you only so far, and then you part ways, you pursue different things. Each of us is in pursuit of our own happiness and we should give that freedom to one another, even more, when we endeavor to create a sense of meaning into our very existence. I think beyond happiness, “meaning” is the utmost desire of our souls.
Oftentimes we do things reluctantly. It feels heavy because we’re resisting something emotionally or intellectually. But as heaven would have it, in turn, miracles happen, surprises pour down like rain, good things take place unexpectedly.
Have you, at one point in time, felt like giving up on yourself? You realize you’ve been repeating the same mistakes, clutching on to old bad habits, and found you’ve never really figured out things yet, in your finances, relationships, projects, job, or wherever it is you’re heading.
I believe that there’s always more than meets the eye. We are more than what people see, more than what we allow ourselves to be.
We all walk around like we’re rock solid and strong when most of the time we are but fragile, broken beings. We go out there with our shields up.
Getting rid of all excess tested my creativity and challenged me with this constantly pressing question, “So, what can you make out of this?”