Wounds

The expression of "Time heals all wounds." holds forever cliche,but in the moment of many lives it does not live up to its expectation. For we are taught that good people admit when they are wrong. Unfortunately, in our adult lives admitting that one is 'sorry' often lacks the inability to fill the void that was originally created by the mistake.

The mistake may be shallow as a puddle or hold the depth of the ocean itself. All evoke emotion and reaction that often possibly could be reversible, but too often it is irreversible. Memories of the times shared burn away as a wildfire burning away the pasts overgrowth. Time just waits for when the spring rains come to replenish growth within ourselves.

Will we ever forget?

Maybe... or ...Maybe Not.

The ones that are much harder to forget are the events that rattle us as individuals to the core of our being. Events all that we wish a simple 'I'm sorry.' would erase and everything would begin again upon a clean slate. We all have the ability allow our spring rains of mourning to promote growth within the future. It is just an honest matter of when the grieving stops within all of us and when we will allow for the growth to come forward.

The hardest part of all of this is composing ourselves enough to able to be welcoming of the growth that experience taught us and willing not to be jaded of the future. Starting over -- it too rings cliche, but honestly there is no tomorrow or yesterday without today. Once we all feel that the rains have been within us long enough, we know that there is a tomorrow. It is just a matter of introspection and time.

Dimming City Lights

From the time we are born into this world, the sand started trickling out of our own hourglasses. Honestly, it is what we as people make of this life to determine where the path leads us. It is the obstacles within in life that what teaches us how to develop character, strength, and a voice of experience. There is only a brief moment in time we are protected our parents before we have to learn to stand up on our two feet.

Usually that standing up on two feet requires to swallow our pride, do things that we as individuals may not want to do, endure circumstances that we honestly wish could exist in someone else's life than our own, keep persistently fighting the good fight without allowing the demons within to stop us, see our lives as it is, and developing plans to overcome all odds that wage between us along with the world.

Oh, How easy it is to allow the demons within us to control us. Thoughts embedded over years from individuals that always made us feel that we didn't measure up to expectation. Recorded tapes that play over and over in the moment of failure or uncertainty. Tapes that shake our usual unwavering perseverance down to the core and confidence dimming as slowly burning out city lights.

Bottom line.. Once the city lights burn out.. We just have to remember we have a small flashlight in our pockets. In moments like that, we are our own advocacy. We are the only ones to know that that flashlight is there and how to turn it on.

Observation of the Spirit

In the past, we as children find it fascinating of how being an adult could be so great. I guess it was the envy of freedom that existed within our eyes as children of what our lives could be. At a time, when there was room to roam free with possibilities of dreams without expectation.

The sad part of being an adult is that we lose that glowing creativity and step away with it holding ourselves at a cautious distance. As if our own wild thoughts are dangerous and not worth the attention of others. In the moment that dreams fade into reality as events come to pass and the obligation to responsibility is due.

We often look into the mirror wondering that the small children within us escaped. All that remains in the eyes of the jaded is empty souls. That cannot be replenished easily by material items. That is when often we wonder, "Who are we?". Who are the shadows of the former individuals gazing at themselves in their mirrors?

I believe it what is left of our former selves. The innocence, playfulness, and glowing shine that once existed naturally that fled us over time. How could we as people allow it flow ourselves? Were we even conscious of it?

It is thought that we do not need to feed the spirit, but to only meet to demands of the physical. As the thought lingers within the back of everyone's mind, How do we as people move forward from this frigid coldness that exists year around?

The solution... is each to their own, but what matters if we as people can obtain that natural shine we would not feel the need to be that cold.