Someway, somehow, it comes down to the same things.
What we love. How we show what we Love.
Worlds can be built. A cathedral of thought and intent can be made that turns our worst fears into our biggest achievements. What we are, should never be defined by how something ends, but by how we finish. Do not ever attempt to let an outcome dictate how you finish, but dictate the outcome based on how you persevere through the most difficult of circumstances. Whether it is love, life, or the inescapable aspect of being who we have become do not ever give up on the purest feeling ever. Love for what we love, and how we show what we love.
The Silence of you. It is the space between. The space between what we know based on what we see, and the space that we feel based on our acceptance of what we know. It is its own unique time and place. A moment between two souls where the silence is not just acceptable, but a silence that also fills every emotional, physical and mental need you have for yourself. At times it is not what is just said or conveyed through action, but an inaction of thought, and an absence of fear towards loving something or somebody as much as you love yourself that, can have the power to dictate outcomes.
The silence of you. The miles I see before me will never compare to the moments I have with you. The Silence of you is larger than life itself, it means that I have you for another day.
In my mind it is my reason for being. My souls driven purpose. The thought of leaving this existence without leaving behind a track record of more rights than wrongs is a thought that haunts me. It is a lot of who I am, and at certain points in my life I have almost forgotten about it depending on the temporal issues at hand.
It took time to shape the way I wanted a legacy to look like and to this day it is still an evolution of thought and action. The wealth I want to leave the loves of my life is both rich in material and abundant in hope. A hope that my legacy will in turn make them choose to want to do the same. Hopefully one day my legacy will include at least a few lives impacted through words of insight and encouragement.
What we leave behind is as important as who we leave it for. My worth can never be dictated by another person, so may my eyes forever remain open to the knowledge that tomorrow is another opportunity to leave something behind and impact a life.
I had the pleasure of receiving an amazing surprise the other day. Every writer or artist hopes to somehow inspire or at least allow a person to have a moment of reflection in hopes that their eventual outcome will surpass their beginnings. I received an artists rendering of something I wrote months ago. I won’t share what was said but I am at peace knowing that words can touch a soul, inspire a mind, and move nations. Thank you for sharing, and thank you for being yourselves.
It is good to be back….back to self discovery and rediscovery. Sometimes, along the way we lose ourselves TO ourselves. I am looking forward to writing again and attempting to make some sense out of this crazy world for us. I will be posting with greater frequency and as always, looking forward to hearing your own stories and feedback as well. Look for my next post in the next day or so.
I knew it. I knew the moment it happened. I had seen these eyes before. They were the familiar pair I had seen all too frequently in my hopes and dreams. It was that very same pair of eyes that looked over me in my sleep, hoping that they themselves would get a chance to have the same in return.
Through the fires of trials and tribulations we seek to find answers. We search our lives over for the person who can look us over and see the better version of ourselves. The person who can undress our souls with a glance that conveys the deepest meanings of love, admiration, and forgiveness. This delicate dance gives way to an equilibrium that offers us peace. The balance we are most likely to obtain in this life, does not always come from a person. When in fact it does, it can be the finest of rudders in the choppiest of seas, steering us where we need to be, when we need to be there.
Yes, I knew it. Her eyes were the eyes that would make the difference. Throughout my life and all my miscalculation of choice, her eyes would be the eyes that would save me from myself. When I look at her, I draw from it truth, regain my innocence lost, and plot a course of success, because she deserves for me to return that gift to her in the form of the world.
I have seen the sunset hit her eyes, and in those eyes I could see my reflection. In those seconds, I was able to see myself as she sees me, and I knew not only that I am imperfect and to be loved, but that she loves me.
These are the eyes that will forever save me from myself.
Commitment. A titanic mass of dedicative thought and emotion. The people that understand it, elude us like two ships passing each other in the night, essentially turning us into hunters and gatherers for its attention and time. The people that cannot grasp its significance are the ones that are more easily found. Turning each one of them up under rock, crack and crevice with the day to day goings on of our busy lives.
Some of us are capable of giving ourselves wholly to somebody and something. These are the people we should seek out and yes, even wait upon. It is these same people that will give us everything in this life and the life to come. It is the people that choose to stay and fight for something great, rather than run and flee from their own insecurities and fears that they choose to hold more closely to themselves.
The ones who casually observe commitment, come in and out of our lives in droves. You do not have to seek hard to find them. They will latch onto everything you hold closely to yourself and use it against you. They will cheat you out of the most rewarding experiences life has to offer. They will choose themselves and their own passions rather than realize that both themselves and their passions are the single most powerful instruments that can change a life.
“Commitment, in its truest sense, is the epitomization of a belief and passion in something or someone that you choose to apply the infinite amount of work ethic necessary to see it and them through to the end.”
Every positive outcome in life, is in one way or another, is an extension or a result of some varying degree of commitment. Whether it be a career, hobby, any level of self sustainability, and yes LOVE. Any form of love, in its truest state is commitment and commitment is love.