Comfort; the poison that drains us of growth
That zone where stagnation and order walk hand in hand, dancing away our time
It’s too easy to get caught up in the routine, the way things should be and the way it should remain
We all want certainty, predictable outcomes to how our life’s story unfolds
But the truth that’s bitter and ice cold is this; nothing worth drinking is ever drawn from the well of comfort
The things that change the future or rewrite history are never born from the conventional
Except you love to be stunted or are too afraid of chaos, run wild into complexity, stay there and you will grow.
A first cry
One day we’ll realize we’ve been drifting away
Just endlessly sailing until our last breath
Our eyes forever wandering towards the side show
We’ll see that nothing else matters
But the little things
Picture; Priya Patel Photography
Cast the stones
Cast them at the glass house of your self hate
Everyone’s alone in this world
We’re all lost in our minds, on the endless search for clarity and peace
Man did not make man and so we all know nothing
We’re all still strangers walking, breathing under the sun
So if you don’t love yourself
Who cares enough to?
Picture; mamabishop blog
When night comes and I lay down to rest
My mind begins the round the world guilt trip, every mistake, every flaw, every sad story replays before my very eyes, keeping them awake.
When eventually sleep comes and takes me away
My mind drifts into the rem, there were dreams come alive; blurry images, distorted, pale faces, made into a motion picture, giving my subconscious life.
When morning comes and the sun rises
My mind awakens to the endless cycle
The wheel turns and turns, keeping the pace with time and this is how it will be
But I have the power and so I choose the path for my thoughts to walk; this is freedom.
I’m reaching out, stretching out my soul for you to lift me up. I’m seeing stars, dreaming dreams that have long faded away. I’m hanging on to a jaded past of lonely nights and silk scars. Innocence is not here, the child is still a child but only now forgotten inside. Uncertainty is the only certainty we know and the mirrors will never tell a lie, even though I hold the clay, all that is and all that will be is not in my hands to mold, but I have you, my potter, the fire that never sleeps.
Inspiration; Audio Adrenaline – Fire Never Sleeps
For a while I’ve been in the loop, I’m experiencing a paradigm shift in my mind. Everything I’ve ever believed in is being slaughtered at the table of doubt. They say some things are relative, based on perception, that there is no right or wrong, only consequences. Is this a perceptive truth?
There’s something in the way our mind works, deciphering, processing, breathing. So complex yet so human, ordinary, mysterious. It’s not about the lifestyle, it’s not about the money; Maybe most of us are distracted from our purpose by the smoking mirrors of things.
Picture; Fast company
Satisfaction is a myth
Treasures are not found on the street corner
What lies on the surface is not deep and life gives no hand outs
You have a right, yes but do you know your rights?
Knowledge left to fallow is not power
Wisdom and money can get you almost anything
But only wisdom can save your life
We may throw the dice, but the Lord determines how they fall.
Picture; Saatchi Art
Like vapor this life could disappear
Like emotions, the days come and go
Like waters, our lives flow into the ocean
Like air, we sustain our race.
The truth is, I don’t want to be afraid anymore
This life we can’t own it, we just get to hold it for a little while
So I have to do this now
Because time is not on my side
Life is real
The man in your dreams is you when you close your eyes
What we feel, what we breathe into our lungs
Is the reason we’re alive
We’re the chosen because we are the broken
We’re gifted with all we need
Don’t let the “things” distract you
You’re you now
You’re only you
Picture; Brain Pickings
You love me
Your life you gave just to see me breathe
You broke my chains, you set me free
You took the fall, to see me soar beyond the skies
But I broke my wings and ran away from you, searching for fool’s gold.
Inspiration; Colton Dixon- Fool’s gold