Creative Musings In Various Written Form
What does it mean to loose someone? To experience loss. First off, it is change. But everything changes so it’s more than that action. It’s a disconnect—to have a relationship severed from your life.
You never know when change will happen. The ultimate change is the kiss of death, when our spark that makes us who we are dim from our eyes to pure darkness.
That’s why we must make most of every moment—live a life. Make mistakes, always forgive, always love unconditionally.
Making someone laugh. Opening the door for a stranger. Saying good morning to a passerby. These are all small moments, but have huge impact on a person’s day and life overall. Acting from a place of unconditional love brings more love into the world.
Selfish desires make love possessive, unhealthy, an object. It lessens love and makes it into a commodity, adds a price to something that should be priceless.
Sometimes with love you have to make hard decisions and do what is best for both you and the other involved. That’s what unconditional love is for someone—not based on your desires, but on what is best, what is right.
This concept can set the stage for epic adventures or failure.
What do you hope for? As your eyes lock with that gorgeous stranger across the coffee shop.
Are we just passing by? Or will that one small gesture lead to conversation, to connection that is real, to adventures beyond what you hoped for.
And will that connection meet your expectations, fulfill that desire you long for in another? Or is it just another disappointment to add to the list.
There is another adventure waiting around the bend. Look for it. And anticipate it.
A poem originally written 04/05/17
How can one person’s smile
light up your world?
From the top of your head, to your
tippy toes and back
to your heart
as a smile forms, lips curling upwards
Into a cheshire cat grin. His smile
that beams bright, like the sun,
as its warmth radiates over you.
Then you realize it:
The one thing you dread
Is now true and has been
Deep in your heart
You knew, yet denied it.
And now, your heart
That which you hold dear
Doesn’t belong to you anymore.
Your heart. Which knows
That his doesn’t belong to you, but another.
Your heart, that sinks down in a pit
Knowing that this won’t happen
Wallows in sadness
And then stops. Because it has been there before.
It knows how to shut off, shut out, and harden
Like a diamond, shielding,
Protecting what is within.
A precious gem, that no one
may have or hold,
Locked away in the dark,
for safekeeping.
Now, your heart is festooned
With the red strings, both
pain and joy. Take pleasure in
the pain. For that means that you still live
And that this heart still beats.
Waiting.
Taking Note 