One day, I realized he might not exist. My soulmate, I mean.
I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.
And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?
It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.
The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.
And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.
But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.
So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.
When the cores are the same, the outers automatically appear identical too. A mended heart- purified, humbled and filled with knowledge- paired with a similarly guided heart results in true unity. It unconsciously allows for two humans to express ideas in the same way, look at one another in the same way and love each other in the same way.
We ask The Knower of the unseen to guide our hearts and pair them with hearts that are also guided.
“why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.”—beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
“The planning of The Almighty is better for you than your own planning, and He could deprive you from what you ask to test your patience. So let Him see from you a determined patience and you will soon see from Him what will give you joy. And when you have cleaned the paths of answering (supplication) from the stains of sin and have been patient about what He has chosen for you, then everything that happens to you is better for you whether you were given or deprived of what you have requested.”—Ibn Al-Jawzee (via gordo10bx)
“Autumn leaf colour is an expression of a death which is also a renewal. Through spring and summer, green chlorophyll is the dominant leaf pigment. But as day-length decreases and temperatures fall, chlorophyll production is reduced, eventually to the point of extinction. As the chlorophyll content declines, other pigments begin to shine through: carotenoids—sunlight-capturing chemicals that flame orange, yellow and gold—brown tannins and the rarer redder anthocyanins. The anthocyanins are produced by the action of sustained strong light upon the sugars which get trapped in leaves as the tree’s vascular system prepares for leaf-drop. In these ways, deciduous trees burn themselves spectacularly back to their bare branches, in order to survive the winter and prepare for the resurgence of spring.”—Robert Macfarlane, The Wild Places (via dabacahin)
I love me, I love me enough for the both of us. That’s why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us. So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling you, you give but you cannot take love.
“Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker. Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.”—― Denis Waitley (via psych-quotes)
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”—The Little Prince (via arabarabarab)