My mind is dripping with paint. Colours casted all over the never-ending canvas of my mind. Mixing. Swirling. Blasted with different shades of paint. How rare for a mind that was stripped of significant colour not so long ago...one that was encumbered by the darkest shades of of blacks and the space between those dark shades and white. There had been only that. Nothing apart from that. There are beautiful and complex portraits of memories that unfold like streamers in my mind. I used to curse these unending reels of tape falling from the ceilings. They would always play over and over in my mind again. Moments. Memories. Feelings. Laughter. My mind felt weighed down by their presence. I truly attempted to manipulate the uncontrollable nature of them, to only understand that once a flutter of wind came by they would unscramble time upon time.
This was the tale about a man great suffering. Regret. Agony. Fear.
A deleterious force deep inside himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest challenges and tests. A type of man who feared the honest answers, the true, and to stand up for what really spoke inside his heart and drove his ambitions. A type of man demolished by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of any warmth within his heart. I was the type of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of exhaustion. My grip was harsh, turning things to dust, letting them sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and fending off intruders of love.
I was the type of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his brutal efforts to grasp onto things that really needed to change, to find that that there honestly an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The suffering that was born from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more agony.
I was that kind of man, once...upon a time.
One day I decided to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I loved. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I made an effort to deeply believe that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my doorstep and I could really begin to live.
I let the streamers, oh those pretty tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, wafting around the expansive room of my thoughts with liberty and grace. I began to walk amongst their colors, appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the possibility for tapping into what was divine deep within my soul. I began to chat to the heavens and rather than living in continued agony, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the sort of man that might be dripping with color and could watch everything go. I could hold other people with open palms so they were free to fly. I could deeply smile at things that once caused me discomfort. My hands, notwithstanding their strength, became light. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with all of that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with enthusiasm. I stopped looking at people and looked into them.
I was once the sort of man who suffered continually.
Now, I have become the sort of man who suffers, and with that, loves compassionately.
I am moving on with a full heart.
This was the tale about a man great suffering. Regret. Agony. Fear.
A deleterious force deep inside himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest challenges and tests. A type of man who feared the honest answers, the true, and to stand up for what really spoke inside his heart and drove his ambitions. A type of man demolished by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of any warmth within his heart. I was the type of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of exhaustion. My grip was harsh, turning things to dust, letting them sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and fending off intruders of love.
I was the type of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his brutal efforts to grasp onto things that really needed to change, to find that that there honestly an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The suffering that was born from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more agony.
I was that kind of man, once...upon a time.
One day I decided to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I loved. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I made an effort to deeply believe that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my doorstep and I could really begin to live.
I let the streamers, oh those pretty tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, wafting around the expansive room of my thoughts with liberty and grace. I began to walk amongst their colors, appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the possibility for tapping into what was divine deep within my soul. I began to chat to the heavens and rather than living in continued agony, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the sort of man that might be dripping with color and could watch everything go. I could hold other people with open palms so they were free to fly. I could deeply smile at things that once caused me discomfort. My hands, notwithstanding their strength, became light. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with all of that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with enthusiasm. I stopped looking at people and looked into them.
I was once the sort of man who suffered continually.
Now, I have become the sort of man who suffers, and with that, loves compassionately.
I am moving on with a full heart.
About the Author:
Evan Sanders is the author of The Words Of Encouragement, a website dedicated to bringing the best quotes, motivational content on the web, and blogs all to one place. Need some more content to help you move forward with your life having your heart broken or being dumped? Try out these letting go quotes for some help. Trust me, they are good.
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