My mind is dripping with paint. Beautiful colours casted all over the endless canvas of my mind. Mixing. Swirling. Blasted with different shades of paint. How rare for a mind that was stripped of colour not so long ago...one that was burdened by the darkest of blacks and the gap between those dark shades and white. There was only that. Nothing except that. There are stunning and complex portraits of memories that unfold like streamers in my mind. I used to curse these endless 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 bogged down by their presence. I truly attempted to manipulate the uncontrollable nature of them, only to find that once a flutter of wind came by they'd unravel time upon time.
This was the tale about a man experiencing discomfort. Regret. Agony. Fear.
A damaging force deep inside himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest challenges and tests. A man who feared the honest answers, the true, and to stand up for what really whispered inside his heart and drove his ambitions. A man destroyed by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of heat inside his heart. I was the sort 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, permitting them to sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and frustrating off barbarians of love.
I was the kind of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his attempts to grasp onto things that wanted to change, only to unfortunately find that there's an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The agony that was created from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that sort of man, once upon a time.
One day I chose to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I adored. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I started to deeply believe that all would arrive in time, that love would find its way, lessons would show up at my doorstep and I could actually take some time to live.
I let the streamers, oh those attractive tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, wafting around the expansive room of my thoughts with true freedom and grace. I started to walk amongst their colors, appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the opportunity for tapping into what was divine deep within my soul. I started to speak to the heavens and instead of living in continued suffering, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But among it all, I became the kind of man that could be dripping with colour and could watch everything go. I could hold others with open palms so they were free to fly. I could deeply smile at things that once caused me pain. My hands, notwithstanding their strength, became gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with passion. I stopped looking at others and looked far into them.
I was once the type of man who suffered constantly.
Now, I am the sort of man who suffers, and with that, loves intensely.
I am moving on with a full heart.
This was the tale about a man experiencing discomfort. Regret. Agony. Fear.
A damaging force deep inside himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest challenges and tests. A man who feared the honest answers, the true, and to stand up for what really whispered inside his heart and drove his ambitions. A man destroyed by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of heat inside his heart. I was the sort 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, permitting them to sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and frustrating off barbarians of love.
I was the kind of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his attempts to grasp onto things that wanted to change, only to unfortunately find that there's an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The agony that was created from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that sort of man, once upon a time.
One day I chose to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I adored. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I started to deeply believe that all would arrive in time, that love would find its way, lessons would show up at my doorstep and I could actually take some time to live.
I let the streamers, oh those attractive tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, wafting around the expansive room of my thoughts with true freedom and grace. I started to walk amongst their colors, appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the opportunity for tapping into what was divine deep within my soul. I started to speak to the heavens and instead of living in continued suffering, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But among it all, I became the kind of man that could be dripping with colour and could watch everything go. I could hold others with open palms so they were free to fly. I could deeply smile at things that once caused me pain. My hands, notwithstanding their strength, became gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with passion. I stopped looking at others and looked far into them.
I was once the type of man who suffered constantly.
Now, I am the sort of man who suffers, and with that, loves intensely.
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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