My mind is dripping with paint. Colours casted all over the endless canvas of my mind. Mixing. Swirling. Blasted with colour. How rare for a mind that was stripped of colour not so long ago...one that was burdened by the darkest shades of of blacks and the gap between those dark shades and white. There existed only that. Nothing but that. There are beautiful and intricate 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 play time after time in my mind again. Moments. Memories. Feelings. Laughter. My mind felt weighed down by their presence. I tried to manage the wild nature of them, only to find that once a flutter of wind came by they might unscramble time upon time.
This was the tale about a man great suffering. Regret. Hurt. Fear.
A deleterious force within himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's best challenges and tests. A person who feared the real, the true, and to stand up for what deeply spoke within his heart and drove his ambitions. A type of man annihilated by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of warmth within the caves of his heart. I was the type of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of lack of breath. My grip was grim, turning things to dust, letting them sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and thwarting off barbarians of love.
I was the kind of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his efforts to grasp onto things that really needed to change, only to unfortunately find that there is an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The agony that was made from watching the inevitable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that type of man, once...upon a time.
One day I made up my mind to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I liked. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to accept that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my doorstep and I could actually start to live.
I let the streamers, oh those beautiful tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, floating around the expansive room of my thoughts with true freedom and grace. I began to walk amongst their wonderful colours appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the possibility for using what was divine inside my soul. I began to talk to the heavens and for once, rather than living in steady pain, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the kind of man that could be dripping with full colours 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 pain. My hands, notwithstanding their strength, became gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with that, the strength of the looks I gave others became engulfed with zeal. I stopped looking at others and looked deeply into them.
I was once the kind of man who suffered continually.
Now, I'm the type 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. Hurt. Fear.
A deleterious force within himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's best challenges and tests. A person who feared the real, the true, and to stand up for what deeply spoke within his heart and drove his ambitions. A type of man annihilated by a force burning him to death from a wild cold that froze even glimmers of warmth within the caves of his heart. I was the type of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of lack of breath. My grip was grim, turning things to dust, letting them sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and thwarting off barbarians of love.
I was the kind of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his efforts to grasp onto things that really needed to change, only to unfortunately find that there is an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The agony that was made from watching the inevitable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that type of man, once...upon a time.
One day I made up my mind to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I liked. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to accept that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my doorstep and I could actually start to live.
I let the streamers, oh those beautiful tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, floating around the expansive room of my thoughts with true freedom and grace. I began to walk amongst their wonderful colours appreciating their subtleties and depth. In turn, I granted myself the possibility for using what was divine inside my soul. I began to talk to the heavens and for once, rather than living in steady pain, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the kind of man that could be dripping with full colours 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 pain. My hands, notwithstanding their strength, became gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with that, the strength of the looks I gave others became engulfed with zeal. I stopped looking at others and looked deeply into them.
I was once the kind of man who suffered continually.
Now, I'm the type 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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