You shouldn’t block it; you should feel it. It should hurt.
For if it hurts, it heals…
You shouldn’t block it; you should feel it. It should hurt.
For if it hurts, it heals…
All that you need
is ripe
here
ripe now
for the being.
If you would but
open wide and let your mouth say
I
so your indomitable
will
can lead you to infinity.
My hope for you today is that you recognise the win.
That when your continuous labour of love finally folds amidst your constant push – removes the occasional stumbling block and lets you stand a little straighter, you feel that relief;
My hope for you is that you breathe that moment, that the reprieve seeps in and reignites the hope within.
That the fear that barks around your ankles – urging you to venerate the strain we call the hustle, rolls over and plays dead to your victory lay.
That you take your moment when you have won;
do not bury the song.
Do you know what a tough road it is?
Life,
I mean.
One truth is none of us do. In the manner that looking across a vast expanse cannot immediately tell us if the terrain will take a lot from us, or a little.
Sometimes, we grow by an oasis.
Sometimes, we are lost in a sea of sand.
The vehicles we all move through dictating
if we will crumble or stand strong.
We cannot know how tough this is.
Life,
I mean.
Not, surely, till we get to the end of the road.
What a warrior you are, Adventurer, facing the unknown.
Hi you. Yes, you.
You’ve been telling yourself that you aren’t strong. A direct contradiction to the face you put out every morning; the one others filled with their own expectations and emotions judge you by. And that contradiction is killing you. Slowly.
You’re strong! You’re strong. Not every time, now. Not every hour of every day, and certainly not every day of every week.
It’s okay that you struggle with yourself and your mind, and the anxieties of work, which you can’t stop conflating with the anxieties of life. It’s okay when you feel like the people in your life with whom you can be vulnerable for their strength, no longer have their own secure foundation and so cannot carry you. It’s okay to want to take a break from them then, as you learn. It’s okay, too, to forgive them for being human, even as you forgive yourself for being the same. But then, remember, you are strong. You’ve just gotta pick yourself up.
“He is wrong,” the Storm Father said. “You are not a hypocrite, son of honour.”
“I am,” Dalinar said softly. “But sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a person who is in the process of changing.”
The Storm Father rumbled. He didn’t like the idea of change.
M: …You live in fear, my friend.
Y: I’m not sure I live in fear as much as uncertainty.
But I don’t believe those two things to be very different.
Fear feeds doubt, doubt feeds fear,
vicious cycle of imaginary people spitting in each other’s eyes.
“Humph! Don’t ‘spect all dat tuh keep up. He ain’t kissin’ yo’ mouf when he carry on over yuh lak dat. He’s kissin’ yo’ foot and ’tain’t in uh man tuh kiss foot long. Mouf kissin’ is on uh equal and dat’s natural but when dey got to bow down tuh love, dey soon straightens up.”
-Nanny, “Their Eyes Were Watching God”