My mind is dripping with paint. Beautiful 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 distance between those dark shades and white. There was only that. Nothing except that. There are stunning and complicated portraits of memories that unfold like streamers in my mind. I used to curse these never-ending reels of tape falling from the ceilings. They would always play time after time in my mind again. Moments. Memories. Feelings. Laughter. My mind felt bogged down by their presence. I attempted to control the uncontrollable nature of them, only to find that once a flutter of wind came by they would disentangle time and time again.
This was the story of a man experiencing discomfort. Regret. Hurt. Fear.
A damaging force within himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest demons and tests. A man who feared the genuine, the true, and to stand up for what really beckoned 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 inside his heart. I was the sort of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of lack of breath. My grip was harsh, turning things to dust, permitting them to 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, only to unfortunately find that there is an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The agony that was born from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that kind 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 adored. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to believe that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my stoop and I could really start 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 took the time to walk amongst their colors, appreciating their intricacies and depth. In turn, I granted myself the opportunity for tapping into what was divine deep within my soul. I commenced to talk to the heavens and rather than living in steady agony, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But among it all, I became the type of man that might be dripping with full colours 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 light. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with all of that, the strength of the looks I gave others became engulfed with passion. I stopped looking at people and looked far into them.
I once was the kind of man who suffered continually.
Now, I'm the type of man who suffers, and with that, loves intensely.
I am moving on with a full heart.
This was the story of a man experiencing discomfort. Regret. Hurt. Fear.
A damaging force within himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest demons and tests. A man who feared the genuine, the true, and to stand up for what really beckoned 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 inside his heart. I was the sort of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of lack of breath. My grip was harsh, turning things to dust, permitting them to 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, only to unfortunately find that there is an incapability to manipulate what must shift. The agony that was born from watching the unavoidable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more pain.
I was that kind 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 adored. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to believe that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my stoop and I could really start 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 took the time to walk amongst their colors, appreciating their intricacies and depth. In turn, I granted myself the opportunity for tapping into what was divine deep within my soul. I commenced to talk to the heavens and rather than living in steady agony, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But among it all, I became the type of man that might be dripping with full colours 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 light. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with all of that, the strength of the looks I gave others became engulfed with passion. I stopped looking at people and looked far into them.
I once was the kind of man who suffered continually.
Now, I'm the type 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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