Strutting the new doesn’t jive if we’re stuck in the old. How to free any trappings of our pestiferous past to unwrap a prominent present can be a laborious task. It is the dedication to a wholesome commitment (noting the intended redundancy for impact) where we’ll receive the glory of a successful gain in our reality being blessed. Life is this constant gyration like a roulette wheel. Sometimes we’re winning in repetition with a stride we struck that greets us with open arms every instant. Otherwise, we could easily be striking out by our failure to stop communicating with a certain someone or something making scary tsunami waves in our world. Maybe we were all red hot and then hit a blackout. Possibly black is the new black and the only sweet spot we should be. The color is not the trouble. The tipping point is the importance of the substance. If we find ourselves flunking love of our living it’s a fancy chance for flushing old feelings faraway.
We become what we think about. ~Earl Nightingale
Giving oneself up to the lasting tug of hidden explosive emotions you enable to erupt will, therefore, interrupt your featured show of self-worth. We all prefer the bright side padded with plenty of ease and flow. Nonetheless, we’re packed with history that can be mildly entertaining to very dicey. Sure, we need to work out our quirks through experiential learning. Any of us who’s met this type of stranger on the street you wanted to save, are related to such a special case, been the direct fiasco, dated one, or merely fallen heels over head with one knows well we cannot earn the life degree for someone else. All must walk their own fire: aka ~ screw up madly on their own and choose to rise above the sludge they trudge in. As we each get to spin our journey of fanfare or fizzle, it is largely looking into what we’re feeling and how that portrays our thinking that can serve to ruin the disasters before they occur. Since we prove our thoughts through our actions, so do we reveal our gut sensibility (or lack therein).
The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it. ~Nicholas Sparks
Converting to a more cushy way of being isn’t always a cakewalk. I’ve spent more time than I’m thrilled to admit rotating worn-out moods through my mental system. Maybe it’s that lonely spell when I’m trying to fit unrequited love into my present thinking. It’s when I believe if I feel it thoroughly enough in my singular psyche that it might still be possible. While there’s nothing wrong with the genuine caring connection of fanning old flames, one must be realistic. In my cases: Is that human even within a reasonably willing physical radius (adding that I’m thumbs up for long-distance love affairs, but there needs to be the approach of agreeing to see one another outside of the social media or video/screen scene solely)? Is that person otherwise occupied (romantically involved, engaged, married)? Did said heart-burst ever give me the time of day, to begin with (i.e. pining on a one-way versus two-way street is usually a waste of time)? Rinsing the speculative to replace with alternative truth attracts prosperity. The catch lies in the fact that there is a remedy from heartache to any ache at the cardiac center with radical restoration.
The stronger a man is, the more gentle he can afford to be. ~Elbert Hubbard
The careful core of collapse is the probability for rebirth. Born again, we awake with liberal salutary levels of wisdom. What I’ve found to be crazier than a helluva lot of the fiction (ok, the nonfiction too) that Hollywood has gifted me is the pleasure that’s resulted from my most painful crashes in life. I’ve noted how hopelessly romantic and helplessly without fulfillment I’ve felt in bringing all that energy of being turned on to the light of my current day. I rant and now rave about letting so loose to the conclusion of completely losing the obsolete decay clinging to me. Mending from our ugliest defeats whips up some serious soufflés of self-respect to which we can fly our bragging flag. Moreover, a gentleness transpires. We’re granted in our own rescue the emergency break from squirming to warming. A compassionate softening recompense occurs. It is actually the essence of disappointment to convey liberation. Cue the Circle of Life to get your personal chunnel running for funneling away passé passions abusing you.
I am better than Valium. ~Rudolf Nureyev, The White Crow
We owe it ourselves to be stronger than fiction and fabrication. Feeling high on life is exultation we aspire to sustain. I don’t wander or have to wonder when my superpowers feel stable. However, whenever our self-image takes in a massive attack or even a baby barrel roll, we’re hurled in the uproar of our clamorous system of sensations. Arrogance isn’t known for scoring any profound bounty. Although, there is class in the caliber of attention one places upon their value. Furthermore, we’re best equipped wherein we caution our wants with the actuality in our world. Guru Jagat’s humorous telling about relationships and motherhood is a prime example of comparison for honest versus inauthentic feelings. Comically, my charming friend Richard Morrow recently quipped: “Never let ability hold you back”. When we strip the need for ability from stability we’re left with mere attempt to improve ourselves. You don’t have to begin with big muscles to grow muscular. What once were our scars form the tissue of a formidable future if we foster it so.
The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person who is doing it. ~Chinese Proverb
Awaiting your every means lies the labor that will deliver you from your own evils.