No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.
“Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good.
By itself it makes that which is heavy light;
and it bears evenly all that is uneven.
It carries a burden which is no burden;
it will not be kept back by anything low and mean;
It desires to be free from all wordly affections,
and not to be entangled by any outward prosperity,
or by any adversity subdued.
Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble,
attempts what is above its strength,
pleads no excuse of impossibility.
It is therefore able to undertake all things,
and it completes many things and warrants them to take effect,
where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Though weary, it is not tired;
though pressed it is not straightened;
though alarmed, it is not confounded;
but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all.
Love is active and sincere, courageous, patient, faithful, prudent, and manly.”
― Thomas à Kempis
Wait on the edge, and time
Sways anchored inside
The space where nothing matters;
Hearts share a moon glistened destiny,
An intertwined beauty
Holding on tightly, hands clasped in prayer,
Night whispers the beating heart, nestled safely
On horizon’s cusp
As rain softly whispers kisses down upon the echoes
Staining each sacred ache,
Petals of silk
Heart-prints collide upon tender;
Shadows of happiness,
Softest reflections beneath a breath…
“To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go”
― Lao Tzu
“O shooting star
that fell into my eyes and through my body-:
not to forget you. To endure.”
She’s the places that
she has a desire to visit.
She’s the pieces of quotes
that are splattered in ink
in her favorite books.
She’s the road trips she
hopes to go on.
She’s the beautiful characters
that mesmerized her in
her favorite books.
She’s full of dreams,
and I hope they one day come true.
~Alexa Evangelista (A.E.)
“For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. Read more
Four things you cannot recover:
The stone…after the throw.
The word…after it’s said.
The occasion…after it’s missed.
The time…after it’s gone.
“You know that crazy heart of yours? The one with
lightning crackling and moonlight shining through it.
The one you’ve been told not to trust because it often
led you off the beaten path. The one so many have
misunderstood your entire life. Trust it. Feed it. Grow it.
It’s your greatest treasure and it will point the way to your
highest destiny. It is the voice of your soul.”