My mind is dripping with paint. Colours casted all over the never-ending canvas of my mind. Mixing. Swirling. Blasted with different shades of paint. How rare for a mind that was stripped of colour not so long ago...one that was encumbered by the blackest of blacks and the gap between those dark shades and white. There was only that. Nothing apart from that. There are beautiful and complex portraits of memories that unfold like streamers in my mind. I used to curse these endless reels of tape falling from the ceilings. They'd play again and again in my mind again. Moments. Memories. Feelings. Laughter. My mind felt bogged down by their presence. I tried to control the uncontrollable nature of them, to only find that once a flutter of wind came by they'd disentangle time upon time.
This was the story of a man great suffering. Regret. Pain. Fear.
A destructive force inside himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest devils and tests. A person who feared the real, the true, and to stand up for what deeply spoke deep within his heart and drove his ambitions. A person annihilated by a force burning him to death from a fierce cold that froze even glimmers of warmth inside his heart. I was the kind of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of breathlessness. My grip was harsh, turning things to dust, permitting them to sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and thwarting off barbarians of love.
I was the sort of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his attempts to grasp onto things that really needed to change, to find that there is an inability to manipulate what must shift. The suffering that was made from watching the inescapable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more discomfort.
I was that kind of man, once upon a time.
One day I chose to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I adored. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to believe that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my stoop and I could truly begin to live.
I let the streamers, oh those beautiful tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, floating around the expansive room of my thoughts with true freedom and grace. I began to walk among their colours, appreciating their complexities and depth. In turn, I granted myself the chance for utilizing what was divine deep within my soul. I began to chat to the heavens and for once, rather than living in continued suffering, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the type of man that may be dripping with full colours and could watch everything go. I could hold other people with open palms so they were free to fly. I could smile at things that once caused me discomfort. My hands, in spite of their strength, became gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with enthusiasm. I stopped looking at people and looked deeply into them.
I used to be the sort of man who suffered constantly.
Now, I am the kind of man who suffers, and with that, loves compassionately.
I am moving on with a full heart.
This was the story of a man great suffering. Regret. Pain. Fear.
A destructive force inside himself controlled by the sour manufacturing of life's greatest devils and tests. A person who feared the real, the true, and to stand up for what deeply spoke deep within his heart and drove his ambitions. A person annihilated by a force burning him to death from a fierce cold that froze even glimmers of warmth inside his heart. I was the kind of man who gripped on too tight to what existed, strangling whatever was to the point of breathlessness. My grip was harsh, turning things to dust, permitting them to sift through my fingers. My hands callused from building walls and thwarting off barbarians of love.
I was the sort of man whose heavy hands were beaten to a pulp by his attempts to grasp onto things that really needed to change, to find that there is an inability to manipulate what must shift. The suffering that was made from watching the inescapable changing of things only brought more fear, more darkness, more discomfort.
I was that kind of man, once upon a time.
One day I chose to let go. Of everything. All that I feared, all that I adored. Everything in that moment, became much lighter. I began to believe that all would arrive in time, that love would run its course, lessons would show up at my stoop and I could truly begin to live.
I let the streamers, oh those beautiful tapestries of my mind unfold as they wished, floating around the expansive room of my thoughts with true freedom and grace. I began to walk among their colours, appreciating their complexities and depth. In turn, I granted myself the chance for utilizing what was divine deep within my soul. I began to chat to the heavens and for once, rather than living in continued suffering, I just lived, giving up existing for something far grander.
But amongst it all, I became the type of man that may be dripping with full colours and could watch everything go. I could hold other people with open palms so they were free to fly. I could smile at things that once caused me discomfort. My hands, in spite of their strength, became gentle. I became softer. My words became deeper. My feelings became stronger. And with that, the intensity of the looks I gave others became engulfed with enthusiasm. I stopped looking at people and looked deeply into them.
I used to be the sort of man who suffered constantly.
Now, I am the kind of man who suffers, and with that, loves compassionately.
I am moving on with a full heart.
About the Author:
Evan Sanders is the author of The Words Of Encouragement, a website dedicated to bringing the best quotes, motivational content on the web, and blogs all to one place. Need some more content to help you move forward with your life having your heart broken or being dumped? Try out these letting go quotes for some help. Trust me, they are good.
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