Sunday Shit

I don't think I've ever had a lesson as committed as this one - control is actually the ability to have none. Since when did patience, balance and vulnerability come to exist in one sentence, surely never for me. Not to mention a part of what's holding one back from every aspect of their life.... Continue Reading →

Dark Night of the Soul

The “dark night of the soul” is a term used to describe what one could call a collapse of a perceived meaning in life. The nights which the soul experiences are the necessary purgations on the path to Divine union, of which there are two: the first is of the sensory or sensitive part of... Continue Reading →

Be Fucking Free

The world is always going to do its best to put you into a box, a generalization, a rule, a guideline – something comfortable that defines you, your talents, your voice, everything that you are – because those confinements are safe. The world fears what it doesn’t know and cannot control. Your job, my job,... Continue Reading →

Heart Construction

This letter was written 4 months ago now while heavily intoxicated on wine, regret and clarity. My advice? Don't you dare hold a grudge against yourself or others for anything that relates to matters of the heart. Love is messy. Feelings are messy and expressing yourself is necessary in life, but make sure it is... Continue Reading →

Admittance

Admittance out loud is always my favorite step toward making a change. So why not utilize this "worldly" platform for all including myself to see, that I will no longer hide from my own insecurities. I hope this will motivate others to do the same, if nothing else, to know you are not alone. It's... Continue Reading →

Eternal Freedom

Up until today I never realized just how much I hadn't been living. I've let money, work, relationships and responsibilities define what steps I should take toward my future - my life isn't destined to be like anyone else's, which is why true happiness has eluded me for so long. It's May 9th, 2015 and... Continue Reading →

May 25, 2013

I used to write about emotions, like the outside world didn't matter. Like words that escaped from my head, out my finger tips could not in any way be harmful if it's pure and honest. Black and white, it's my weak spot. There's so much room in this grey area, but do I even want... Continue Reading →

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