January 12th, 2018
Day # 10
I wish we could talk about our hearts like we talk about the weather, because whether or not we are okay is more important than the chance of rain.
When we are broken, we don't just tear ourselves down completely and start over. We leave the beautiful pieces as the foundations and revitalize around them. The structure of who we are never goes away. We just mend the holes and reinforce the walls, much like cleaning up after a storm. We add paint, and give ourselves a new purpose. We don't erase our history, rather, we use it to learn and grow.
I think of our history as clouds. They can clear, and give way to the sun, lighting the way to growth and a prosperous new life. Alternatively, when the sky is clouded over, we can associate this with being dark, gloomy and closed in.
We are all just bits and fragments of the world around us. However, it is the combination of those pieces and the way they are arranged that makes us the unique pieces of art that we all are. I've just very recently realized this. I used to tell myself that I was just a reflection of my surroundings, the weather, and that nothing about me was unique. Realizing the falsehood in that way of thinking was liberating. Exhilarating even. What would this world look like if we worked to liberate the ones around us from negative self-talk? I think it would look like a place that I'd be happy to call home. Just maybe, the chance of rain would be small and our hearts would be free to roam.
- M
Day # 10
I wish we could talk about our hearts like we talk about the weather, because whether or not we are okay is more important than the chance of rain.
When we are broken, we don't just tear ourselves down completely and start over. We leave the beautiful pieces as the foundations and revitalize around them. The structure of who we are never goes away. We just mend the holes and reinforce the walls, much like cleaning up after a storm. We add paint, and give ourselves a new purpose. We don't erase our history, rather, we use it to learn and grow.
I think of our history as clouds. They can clear, and give way to the sun, lighting the way to growth and a prosperous new life. Alternatively, when the sky is clouded over, we can associate this with being dark, gloomy and closed in.
We are all just bits and fragments of the world around us. However, it is the combination of those pieces and the way they are arranged that makes us the unique pieces of art that we all are. I've just very recently realized this. I used to tell myself that I was just a reflection of my surroundings, the weather, and that nothing about me was unique. Realizing the falsehood in that way of thinking was liberating. Exhilarating even. What would this world look like if we worked to liberate the ones around us from negative self-talk? I think it would look like a place that I'd be happy to call home. Just maybe, the chance of rain would be small and our hearts would be free to roam.
- M
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