Moving beyond what we are so used to.
You know in your heart that it’s time.
The desire to move on eats you up inside.
Gathering the strength and motivation to make that a desire a reality is hard.
Moving beyond what we have always surrounded ourselves with is tough.
Life is spread out before us.
It waits for us to reach out our fingertips and grasp it.
It calls our souls to take the leap, leap of faith and trust.
It begs us to swallow our fear of the unknown and the undiscovered.
It’s song plays in our minds, tempting us, yet taunting us at the same time.
It’s hard, so very hard, to move on to something better, even if that something means that something will bring us peace.
We fear what may or may not be.
We fear moving to another level and finding ourselves alone.
Being alone is one of our greatest fears.
It is the fear that most people willingly accept.
It’s not unusual to feel that way.
The thought of taking the next step in life makes your heart jump in your chest.
It fills you with excitement, as you imagine how sweet life would be, if you find yourself moving on.
If fills you with feelings of melancholy floating effortlessly through your soul.
You think back and remember.
The events of your life, whether good or bad, come rushing toward you.
One by one, you relive the moments.
You laugh, you cry, you smile, as these waves of memories flood your thoughts.
Feelings of regret may singe your soul, regret at the things that never happened or regret over the way they have happened.
When you reach the point in your life to move on, from whatever plateau you are standing upon now, you have reached a point in your life where you need a change.
Change is scary, yet exciting at the same time.
Some of us make the change easily and without fear, but some, like myself, quake at the thought of moving on.
Creatures of habit are what I would call the fearful ones.
We spend all of our lives afraid of taking the step.
We become used to and accustomed to the pain, hurt or the monotony of life.
We go through the motions and those motions become who we are.
Do you think the chance at happiness or peace is worth swallowing the fears that eat us up inside, so we may move on?
I think so.
Can we do it though?
Can the dark thoughts of being alone be banished from the recesses of our minds, so we may find the courage?
I think if we all tell ourselves and believe in this thought, we can do it.
We are never alone, not as long as we embrace the ones that we hold in our hearts.
We are never alone if we have friends that we can go to for comfort and support.
Shoulders were made for tears.
Mouths were made for words of comfort, love and for smiles.
I think those things can help us find the courage within ourselves to reach out and touch the life that awaits us.
We were put here on this beautiful Earth to enjoy life and each other.
I wish we, me included, didn’t fear it like we do.
I dare you... reach out and grasp life, even if it means you must move on from the plateau you are at now.
Climb higher and reach the next level.
Life would not be real
without the lessons
without the experiences
and without the special people
to share life with...
Friday, March 21, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Solitude is something we sometimes crave.
I am craving that now.
It’s not because I feel overwhelmed in my life,
because I don’t.
I suppose I need a quiet space and unlimited amount
of time to sort out my thoughts, sort out my feelings.
I usually reach a point where I crave it like a person
would crave to satisfy their addiction.
I need to satisfy my need, my desire, my craving.
My mind is a jumbled mess inside.
There is so much to think about, yet they are thoughts
that I wish to hide away. It’s hard facing reality sometimes.
The harsh realities of life need to be confronted,
but sometimes they bring with them so much pain.
My place of solitude and the place I crave the most is the beach.
I close my eyes and I can hear the waves crashing
against the shore. I can feel the sun beaming down on my face,
spreading warmth throughout my body. The sand would be
squishing between my toes and the ocean breeze would be
blowing against my face.
All of life’s answers are lying in the vast ocean.
I believe that.
With the ocean’s breeze comes peace and serenity.
You can smell it blowing off the water’s surface.
You can smell it in the air. It’s within your grasp.
All you have to do is empty your mind and inhale deeply.
Cleanse your soul with the salty air and let it refresh you.
I need that, even at the expense of feeling pain and
at the expense of my tears. I crave the solitude,
even if it’s for a short period of time.
I seem to crave it most when I need someone
the most. I don’t know why.
During the times when I crave a hug, a human touch,
I withdraw inside of myself.
I suppose I am too proud or ashamed to admit that
I may have a weakness, even if it is a weakness we all experience.
I crave human touch now.
A loving touch.
A lap to lie my head upon.
To feel taken care of.
It’s all so silly.