Falling for you was easy but falling wasn’t the plan.
A Plan to fly and float failed.
A realization that I couldn’t fly or float if I wasn’t willing to fall.
You have shown me love that works for me.
Even in the hard times, I recognize the importance of a late night phone call.
What’s better than being able to fly and fall at the same time?
You being in my arms and I in yours recalling how life was before we had it all.
Falling for you feels like fountains flooding with love.
Love flowing through and in between mountain peaks.
Lead me to your fountain so that my love can flood you.
Falling for you, falling fast, falling forever.
Happy Valentine’s Day!! Spend time with the one(s) you adore. ❤️😉
Peace and Love
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Now that all the ” Happy New Years” are out of the way, I can finally get back to maintaining focus on my goals…
Here I am, it’s almost the end of a new month of the new year and I feel something just not exactly clear on what. Now that all the “Happy New Years” are out of the way, I can finally get back to maintaining focus on my goals. Although I’m not exactly where I want to be in my career or in the career I want exactly, I am grateful to have a career at all. Wow, where does the time go? I’m sitting here thinking of all of the exciting things I want to do, not just this year but in general. With all these goals and things I want to achieve, I don’t know where to place my thoughts. I’m figuring out an organizational tool that works for me but now it’s about making the time to actually get those things completed. January has been … an interesting month, nothing crazy and nothing bad… just interesting.
This month has given me a few smiles and jolts of energy but it’s up to me to bring that positivity back in my life. Work trips and turnover in my team, you know the normal stuff has me searching for ways on how to deal with these unwanted obstacles in my life. However, I believe that I’ve found a solution to it. I’m learning how to appreciate it and to deal with it because it could be worse and it has been worse before. Some days I feel … I feel… peace because I believe I deserve it. I have to become better at maintaining it, I have to achieve it even when life tries and present me with nothing but chaos. Health, mastery of where I am now, peace with myself and my significant other, and the push to constantly strive for more are continuing goals going forward.
Let me know how you’ve been so far this month. Comment, like, and share!
Peace and Love,
You say that you want to change?Release yourself from the chains? Free your mind from the pain? Release your body from the strain? Then why does this plague you so? What does it benefit you if you choose to not let it go? What peace could you know ? Have you asked yourself these questions? Have you learned these lessons? Or are you still waiting to answer them?
Roots attach yourself to the Earth from which you’re planted and create life that is dwindling. Let the rain hit your leaves and fall down to the ground in which you are rooted. Giving you life and the ability to grow. Touch the sky as you are the natural skyscraper. Longing to stand , to bend, to branch out. We are like these trees crying out to live and to grow. We are a force of our own wanting to cry out. Cry out because of the violence, the negative changes that affect you daily, and cry out to be free.
Grow. Reach. Try. So much darkness surrounding you and surrounding the thoughts that enter your mind. It’s time. Time for the change and time for the difference. It is time to elevate. Why are you staying stagnant and complacent in the sour mix of your life ? It’s time. Time for the change. Time to rearrange and be better. Time to try more. It’s time to elevate.
Wings catch the wind and be released. Take to the sky as you are lifted from the places that hold you down to them. The places that wish to keep you stationery. Take flight as though lightning trails behind. Fly not from the fear of what is to come but from the fear of not flying.
Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life. The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.
What is your definition of success?
Each day I wake up with a new idea, a new dream, and aspiration only to realize that just like leaves on a tree they all blow and wither away. Am I not thinking hard enough or trying hard enough. Or maybe it’s my dreams, maybe they aren’t good enough maybe I’m trying to achieve something that just isn’t for me. Could it be? Could it be that all this time I was just living in the clouds about my abilities and talents. I wonder, I wonder if I’m really mean to do great things or am I just great at mediocrity. For real! Have you ever asked yourself the same questions? What were your answers? I don’t know maybe this liquor has me feeling a way, has caught up in my feelings as I long for hope and a place to stay. Wanting someone to believe in me and to take my words as truth and light to see my ideas and invest in me with time and patience. To understand that I’m just trying to make a living, just trying to find the way or could it be that this is the way. Too many glasses of this cheap chardonnay has me feeling as if I could live for centuries and die in days. Can I? Will it let me? Will I be able to escape this mundane existence I’ve created for myself, locked away in an office everyday typing away about people’s lives that are more exciting than mine. People who actually achieved things and who get paid for it, people who climb mountains and have seen seas. While I sit here hoping to achieve the same, what is hope? What is hope if I can’t bring it to fruition, If I can’t swim the sea, If I can’t–I just cant! I can’t do anything but sip this wine and think of the dream never realized, what type of life is this to live in this office everyday, glancing at people who have no sympathy. They don’t care about the things that bother me. They don’t understand me! What success have I achieved if all I do is interview people about the exciting shit they do?! None. That’s the answer, then I think to myself, ” I really look crazy right now, talking to this glass of wine”. But oh well.