What do yo do when your gut wrenches with unimaginable grief? Your eyes brim with tears of anger that leave a trail of hot streaks on your cheek?
What do you do when the magnitude of your gratitude is too collosal to be expressed through words? When your eyes turn skyward and your heart burns with relief so fierce that you feel as if you were burning up?
What do you do when the tug of emotion is so gentle and heart numbing that it leaves you breathless? When you overflow with love and peace and everything in between? When the ecstasy in you paints colorful and ethereal pictures in your mind?
What do you do when your spirit soars? And triumph, more potent than any drug lies sweet, on the tip of your tongue? When you are gripped with that unerring faith that everything wil come through . . . . .
What do you do?
You cry yourself a river.
Tears are Gods way of telling you that yes, you are fragile and that's perfectly okay. Tears are your constant companions through the good and the bad. Admittedly mostly through the bad,still who denies that a good cry can be therapeutic at times. Tears are a way of letting you know that you've reached your endurance point but that once you stop to rest for a while you'll be ready to stand up and fight again. Tears expose the most vulnerable part of you. Honest tears, lay bare your intentions and strip you of your pretentious notions.
They lead you to a realm in the human mind which is understood by few. The realm of emotion. Where every strand of thought is unapologetically colored in innumerable hues, bright and blinding. The part of you that makes you coo at babies, the part that makes you giggle when rejuvenating rain strikes your face, the part of you that few have access to, the real you.
Today connecting with oneself has become next to impossible. Pressures at your workplace, a boss to impress, a mother to hide an illegality from, the leader of the clique who means next to nothing to you yet who you still insist on flattering. . . . .
Such deceptions not only create an alien persona of yourself to others but also alienate you from yourself as well. The real you is the person in the mirror, who you come home to everyday and who you secretly have to live with. Trust your emotions, they speak the truest of you. Truest, not the best. But that's okay because you are obligated to believe in yourself, even if you don't like what you're seeing! Great things start with the proper vision.The moon lay around for centuries but never did it seem so attainable a prospect until scientist hungered for it to be in their grasp. They had vision. All great people do.
source: http://drkimfoster.com/2012/08/03/can-stress-shorten-your-life/
My mission in life was to learn detachment. To stop feeling quite so much. To stop being hurt by the people around me. But then I realized its sort of like what the ostrich does : sticking your head in the ground and wishing the danger away. The more I try to push my feelings away the more I become biscuit. Feelings are the essence of life, push them away and you lead a bland existence. More stable, yes but all the less intriguing. Life is like an ocean, calm come days, whipping up a frenzy the next. But there is one thing about it you cant deny; be it a calm sparkly day wherein the waves are mere ripples on the surface and the sunlight glints like gems on the surface of the sea or a dark, boisterous, stormy day, wherein the waves refused to be tamed and howl and screech like demented creatures, you cannot deny, the sight is still beautiful and awe inspiring.
I'm trying my best to hit the curve balls life throws at me. I make mistakes everyday but it doesn't change the fact that for every mistake I learn ten times. And that realization sometimes manages to comfort me when I feel all is bleak and damp.
So yeah, sometimes I cry myself a river, but you know the best thing about rivers? They take you wherever you wanna go!
source: http://voiceofheart-bijaylaxmi.blogspot.in/2012/05/the-river-of-compassion.html
What do you do when the magnitude of your gratitude is too collosal to be expressed through words? When your eyes turn skyward and your heart burns with relief so fierce that you feel as if you were burning up?
What do you do when the tug of emotion is so gentle and heart numbing that it leaves you breathless? When you overflow with love and peace and everything in between? When the ecstasy in you paints colorful and ethereal pictures in your mind?
What do you do when your spirit soars? And triumph, more potent than any drug lies sweet, on the tip of your tongue? When you are gripped with that unerring faith that everything wil come through . . . . .
What do you do?
You cry yourself a river.
Tears are Gods way of telling you that yes, you are fragile and that's perfectly okay. Tears are your constant companions through the good and the bad. Admittedly mostly through the bad,still who denies that a good cry can be therapeutic at times. Tears are a way of letting you know that you've reached your endurance point but that once you stop to rest for a while you'll be ready to stand up and fight again. Tears expose the most vulnerable part of you. Honest tears, lay bare your intentions and strip you of your pretentious notions.
They lead you to a realm in the human mind which is understood by few. The realm of emotion. Where every strand of thought is unapologetically colored in innumerable hues, bright and blinding. The part of you that makes you coo at babies, the part that makes you giggle when rejuvenating rain strikes your face, the part of you that few have access to, the real you.
Today connecting with oneself has become next to impossible. Pressures at your workplace, a boss to impress, a mother to hide an illegality from, the leader of the clique who means next to nothing to you yet who you still insist on flattering. . . . .
Such deceptions not only create an alien persona of yourself to others but also alienate you from yourself as well. The real you is the person in the mirror, who you come home to everyday and who you secretly have to live with. Trust your emotions, they speak the truest of you. Truest, not the best. But that's okay because you are obligated to believe in yourself, even if you don't like what you're seeing! Great things start with the proper vision.The moon lay around for centuries but never did it seem so attainable a prospect until scientist hungered for it to be in their grasp. They had vision. All great people do.
source: http://drkimfoster.com/2012/08/03/can-stress-shorten-your-life/
My mission in life was to learn detachment. To stop feeling quite so much. To stop being hurt by the people around me. But then I realized its sort of like what the ostrich does : sticking your head in the ground and wishing the danger away. The more I try to push my feelings away the more I become biscuit. Feelings are the essence of life, push them away and you lead a bland existence. More stable, yes but all the less intriguing. Life is like an ocean, calm come days, whipping up a frenzy the next. But there is one thing about it you cant deny; be it a calm sparkly day wherein the waves are mere ripples on the surface and the sunlight glints like gems on the surface of the sea or a dark, boisterous, stormy day, wherein the waves refused to be tamed and howl and screech like demented creatures, you cannot deny, the sight is still beautiful and awe inspiring.
I'm trying my best to hit the curve balls life throws at me. I make mistakes everyday but it doesn't change the fact that for every mistake I learn ten times. And that realization sometimes manages to comfort me when I feel all is bleak and damp.
So yeah, sometimes I cry myself a river, but you know the best thing about rivers? They take you wherever you wanna go!
source: http://voiceofheart-bijaylaxmi.blogspot.in/2012/05/the-river-of-compassion.html
