The Journey

There are people through out your life that you will never be able to forget, no matter how hard you try. Parts of who they are will remain with you forever. It is weird how we have the ability to carve into each other’s hearts in ways that are unforgettable. I am coming to understand that people are not meant to be kept. They are not statues you can add to your collections. And if you try, you are creating a prison. For yourself and for them. People will come and go and as simple as that sounds, it is not. It is so much more complicated than that but it is a worthy journey. To understand ourselves sometimes the best path is the path alone. The path that allows yourself to experience who you really are in everything you do. Solitude is a gift and it must be remembered in time of loneliness. This is a phase and just like the seasons, it shall pass.

I think I have forgotten the peace of being alone. In pure solitude. Free to be whoever I want at the expense of no one. There is nothing quite like it. It is freeing, yet terrifying. It makes sense as to why so many are unable to spend quality time alone. I do not want to live my life in that way. I want to learn in massive how to live my life for me and me alone. I want to have such comfortability in myself that I never second guess my decisions. I know I am capable of creating my life in the light of love. As I am trudging up the mountains I will remain calm and open, reminding myself that this too shall pass. my journey is my journey and anything I uncover will be a mere outlook to who I am and who I can become.

Hold patience, for it will show you the way.

You will always be held close to my heart. 

The girl at the end of the street was quiet but had such a strong persona about herself. I spoke to her a handful of times and I felt more of a connection with her than with people I had known my whole life. Free spirited and down to earth are the best ways to describe her. People with these characteristics are hard to stumble upon. Every encounter I had with her was peaceful and kind. Her conversations were fluid and settling. Her understanding of others was obvious, she speaks through the windows of the soul. I could tell by her presence that she had conquered many battles in her time. She is humble, yet resilient and doesn’t have any desire to boast about anything she does. I know by some of our conversations that she appreciates honesty and remains dedicated to it. That girl is one loving being and I hope her energy helps others in the same way it has helped me.

There is no way to know when you will take your last bow

My soul is deeper than the ocean and just as vast. I am my soul and my soul is me. I have taught my soul things it has never encountered, the same way it has educated me upon things I couldn’t have learned anywhere else. The soul I carry speaks to me in subtle ways that I have just began to understand. With full awareness, I will spend my life taking everything that is thrown my way as lessons. Then, I will share the truths I have discovered and hope it will reach the ones it is destined to. 

-Hans Christian

Does my life and soul carry no meaning in the reality of the world human kind designed for us? Sleep. Eat. Work. Repeat. 5 days a week. 40 hours a week for work. 40 hours a week for sleep. 80 hours a week combined. My mind has so much stress and anxiety trying to keep up with such a fast paced environment. Is this practice the most abundant way of spending our lives for the species of human kind?  We WILL die. It’s an inevitable truth. Everyday we approach our death day and are closer than we were the day before. Does this have no meaning? It seems to have no effect, whether we know....or not. Reality was created. And generation after generation we solidify this reality. When is it due for change? When is enough enough for the humans that experience this reality and would do anything for a path towards a new one??