Allow your soul to feel the warmth of the summer air as you close your eyes and imagine an exotic beach surrounded by fields of sunflowers and dandelions dancing in alignment with the velvet green grass.
Your soul feels passion, it feels delight, it is the symphony of the milk way, an inner warmth that only you can feel.
Really close your eyes. Imagine the blazing hot sun shimmering between the trees separating the path from the shadows, forests of soilders standing guard of engraved copper caves watching over the sea guiding the ships and its sailors.
Imagine a safe spot within the forest where you can let go of your thoughts, a feeling of self-control and self-comfort listening to the echoes of natures most glorious species.
A lighthouse with a light bearing a ninety degree view of the soft white sand.
Breathe in an out slowly but deeply for five minutes whilst imaging the beauty of the forest. The forest by the shore.
Clouds are just floating thoughts, soft marshmallows in a sky that reflects the colour of the sea.
Clouds move in synchronisation with the rotation of time; communicating with the sun and the moon.
Clouds are the weather system of our emotions; a visual perception from the inner eye’s gaze.
Clouds can turn dark and clash causing thunder, an argumentative occurrence in mid air.
But what are clouds?
Clouds are just that. Clouds. Their shades aren’t on a rainbow spectrum, just water frozen in time.
Love is undefinable. You think the person you love will always deliver the same you give to them. If it’s imbalanced it is destructive.
As Shakespeare once said “The route of all heartache is expectation”
You can’t expect anyone to love you but you can always hold on to that inner hope. You have to love yourself first, flaws and all. The broken pieces of you make up you. Don’t succumb to anger because that won’t get you anywhere. It will create a false picture of you.
Love has its ups and downs. We all have different qualities and different ways in which we see the world. We all have values, we are not our mistakes. We are the character that arises from the mistake. We are whoever we wish to be. Sometimes we just have to believe in ourselves. Love grows, just like a seed awaiting the sunshine and water. Just like the seasons change. Just like the weather changes. Change is inevitable. Change is something we all have to deal with in our lives whether we want to or not. Change is a blessing in disguise. Change is something we have to be uncomfortable with in order to grow, to realise, to deal with.
It’s natural. Oxytocin is a powerful chemical and it can take over the mind of the most empathetic person.
So you’ve made mistakes in your relationships? You’ve questioned your sanity? You’ve portrayed the unexpected? Those are previous circumstances that don’t define you. Have hope for a positive and loving future. Forgive those who have hurt you in life through actions but share awareness of how those actions can affect the mental health of others.
You know the saying “Don’t mix business with pleasure” – it’s because compassion and love should be private but business should be shared with the world to contribute to new discoveries, new developments, new projects. Something that will shape our future generations.
She took one last step towards him. Her heart jumped at the sight of her illusions. She was questioning herself. She was wondering by unexpectedly. She felt love for him with no understanding of why. This left her craving more. She realised she had absorbed his personality traits and her brain would never be the same.
It began on a cold winter morning. Owls hooted and crickets chirped. The sun a pale yellow rising above the mist. The atmosphere was quiet and the air had a delicate warmth in its blow. I felt I had exhausted all efforts in trying to rebuild my life. I was lonely. But not lonely as in craving another person to fill my void, lonely as in lacking the capacity to make good appropriate decisions. I had just left my family home after a disagreement. I felt abandoned, prejudiced, alone. I wanted to find a quiet spot to relax my thoughts and deal with my pain in solitude but everywhere I turned I had the darkest memories of pain reflecting images of anticipation in my environment. I didn’t see the world the way others did back then. I was avoidant. Avoidant of anyone who would bring me pain. Avoidant of anything that would disrupt my thought processes. Avoidant of anything uncomfortable that suffocated me. Avoidant of the my loving inner virtues like something had blocked my ability to love myself and who I was. I was confused. I couldn’t understand back then. I was seventeen. I had just finished my GCSE’s with a high mark in History. History was my favourite subject because I liked the way evolution had evolved, how technology had camouflaged the art of survival. It was then I knew I still was using my primitive brain. I wanted it to be manipulated to blend in with social norms, I wanted it to stop being fearful of my past. I wanted by brain to stop being on the lookout for danger but it never complied with my conscience. It was then I moved back to my fathers. I had just come out of a relationship that didn’t end well. I loved this man a lot but I was too unstable within the relationship so he ended it with me. I felt rejected. I felt like I wasn’t deserving of love. He had a strong deameanour which I valued. It was never going to work out so that night I cried myself to sleep hoping that one day I’d have a stable relationship with value and consistency. It was then I met him. An unexpected encounter. I was about to embark on a destructive path.
I thought today would be a productive day to sip tea, focus on what I could do to relax and began flicking through a book called “Emotional Intelligence” by Gill Hasson.
One quote from the book which really caught my eye and inspires me to write more was written by Paul Cezanne:
“Genius is the ability to reknew one’s emotions in daily experience”
Im renewing my emotions. I’m filling myself with more ideas, more opportunities, collectively and in alignment with my core personality.
Another quote which really questions how I perceive my environment is from Anais Nin:
“We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are”
The outside world is shaped by our perceptions. We are able to predict what could potentially happen without any evidence beforehand. How is that so? Why are we the only planet with life? Why is there never an ending to the universe? How has life formed on one planet with synchronised body clocks and a sun and a moon to let us know when to sleep and to wake. What is the purpose of life? Have we forgotten who we were? Have we ever been so thirsty for money we have forgotten to see the beauty of the world? Life is an amazing source of imagination that is endlessly questionable.