You know,
It does get better.
I promise you it does.
That heaviness,
That shadow that you feel,
Constantly weighing you down,
It can lift.
The biggest prison is in your own mind and in your pocket you already hold the key.
The willingness to release yourself from judgement and reclaim your innocence,
Accepting and loving yourself for who you really are.
Human,
Imperfect and whole.
Those are the words by Edith Eger.
Feelings can change,
Circumstances do change.
Whatever you are going through,
Choose hope,
Choose love,
Choose joy.
Because where thoughts go,
Energy flows.
You choose.
Feel yourself through your muddy waters.
But please,
Don't wallow.
I often get to the muddy part and have a moment where I feel like I just can't do it anymore.
I feel stuck.
I feel like I haven't got enough energy to propel myself any further out.
And in those times,
I remember it's okay to ask for help.
You can ask for help and do it sooner rather than later.
Also,
Don't struggle so hard.
It's only going to make you get further stuck.
Give yourself space to feel,
But allow yourself more space to believe that after it rains,
The rays will peek out of the clouds.
They will even greet you with a rainbow if you look hard enough.
Just imagine with me for a minute.
What if?
What if this is not permanent and it isn't?
What if you choose joy?
What if?
Maybe the wind of change can be likened to,
For example,
A change in the way we choose to respond.
We can't always choose what happens,
But we can choose how we respond to it.
Rather than vilifying the negative emotions,
We can treat them like visitors and ask them what they have come to teach us.
Our willingness to learn will allow for the lesson to not drag on as long as it sometimes does.
Often,
When we don't learn or are unwilling,
The lesson repeats itself.
I leave you with Rumi's wholesome words.
The Guest House This being human is a guest house.
Every morning,
A new arrival,
A joy,
A depression,
A meanness.
Some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all,
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house,
Empty of its furniture.
Still,
Treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought,
The shame,
The malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
I wish you peace.
I wish you ease,
Blessings,
Love and light.
