New fears
Our hearts are definitely the most complex/weird/contradictory part of our being. We can never tell for sure how they will react in all the circumstances where life brings us, ruthlessly, perhaps exactly in order to test us more and more, or just force us accept that we can never predict the future, regardless of our past experiences.
I thought I knew myself; I thought that everything that had happened to me in the last three years had made me older, wiser, more cautious, more reluctant to all others. And yet, we can never know for sure if indeed we are too old or too hurt for new hopes, and dreams, and fears. We try deluding ourselves that, once we've lost, in a certain moment, all that mattered to us the most, we cannot start living again and see any light at the end of the corner. And, again, life proves us wrong, and does that brutally, without mercy or any understanding for our poor souls already ripped apart, it simply throws us in the game once more, just to make fun of all our past plans, just for testing our limits again. And then we have no choice - either we swim, or we drawn. There's no choice in this.
They say that, every seven years, all our body is reborn again, since our entire cells get changed, therefore we are practically new human beings, with new emotions, new thoughts, new passions, new beginnings ahead of us, maybe full with high hopes or shadowed by hidden dangers, masked under unexpected questions. What should we do then with us, with all these? Should we simply deny their existence, run away, hide somewhere inside in ourselves, or just breath and try, once again, to find that piece of heaven which is waiting, somewhere, for all of us, and just wants to be found?
Never thought that this would happen again and yet it has. Now, the main issue is what do I do next, if I choose the light or the shadow, if I am brave enough to face it or go back running.
I thought I knew myself; I thought that everything that had happened to me in the last three years had made me older, wiser, more cautious, more reluctant to all others. And yet, we can never know for sure if indeed we are too old or too hurt for new hopes, and dreams, and fears. We try deluding ourselves that, once we've lost, in a certain moment, all that mattered to us the most, we cannot start living again and see any light at the end of the corner. And, again, life proves us wrong, and does that brutally, without mercy or any understanding for our poor souls already ripped apart, it simply throws us in the game once more, just to make fun of all our past plans, just for testing our limits again. And then we have no choice - either we swim, or we drawn. There's no choice in this.
They say that, every seven years, all our body is reborn again, since our entire cells get changed, therefore we are practically new human beings, with new emotions, new thoughts, new passions, new beginnings ahead of us, maybe full with high hopes or shadowed by hidden dangers, masked under unexpected questions. What should we do then with us, with all these? Should we simply deny their existence, run away, hide somewhere inside in ourselves, or just breath and try, once again, to find that piece of heaven which is waiting, somewhere, for all of us, and just wants to be found?
Never thought that this would happen again and yet it has. Now, the main issue is what do I do next, if I choose the light or the shadow, if I am brave enough to face it or go back running.
Comments
Post a Comment