I struggle

Every day I struggle with a myriad of things.

My mind struggles. To find the words to convey the message that I hold within me. To find the way to say it as elegantly as my inner being knows that it should be said.

My mouth struggles. To say these words and say them smoothly and precisely. For the message I have to convey must be understood and it must be pure.

My hands struggle. To flow as smoothly and perfectly as the water of the stream. To fall as beautifully along their chosen path as the petals of the cherry blossoms when they are in bloom and the wind blows.

My heart struggles. To make sense of what it feels. To understand everything that it comes across and to be at peace with what that which it has found and will continue to find.

My eyes struggle. To see the truth in what their gaze lands upon. To bring an understanding, so that the mind and the heart have less work to do and may actually understand life.

Yes, overall, I struggle greatly and progressively.

I struggle to fall in a love that is not temporary. I struggle to find the things that I excel at and to find the message that I must bring to this world. I struggle to find my own inner peace so that I may show others what peace looks like and feels like. I struggle every day and I delight in my struggles. For each struggle is an opportunity to learn more. To understand more. For these struggles give me a chance to grow and become something greater than myself.

For these struggles are something that I yearn for. I hope that my mind never stops trying to find the right words to use for than my mind will be grow dull and lazy. I hope that my mouth never learns to articulate everything properly, for than it will go silent having found the sounds to make. I hope that my hands never learn to flow as the river does and stay as choppy as they were when I first learned to grasp things during my childhood. I hope that my heart continues its struggle to understand the emotions that flow forever within and through it so that I may continue to learn what love and joy and sorrow and pain is. I hope that my eyes never make sense of what they see and continue to challenge the truth of what they see.

I hope to never stop my struggles, to never end them and finally be perfect. For in my imperfection I am beautiful. In my imperfection I have skills and talents that are ever improving. For in my imperfection I am myself.

For this imperfect self. This person that I am and that I hold dear. I love him. For I know that even though this man is imperfect and still has so much to do with his life, it is that potential that he has that truly drives him forward. That never ending quest to be perfect and that is why I love him, myself. For a person can never be perfect for perfection is unattainable. Yet to seek this perfection, to ever long for it, that is truly beautiful and worthy of love.

To not reply

A while back I got into a really bad breakup with someone. I had trusted them to not cheat, had given them so many avenues and ways to not cheat and yet they still found a way to cheat and still found a way to break my heart. Well, I moved on relatively easily after that. Having disdain and a desire to "get back" at someone can make the heart grow cold to who they were. So I moved on, I  found self happiness than I found external happiness. So I wrote on it and made a post about how happy I was and how giddy life currently was for me.

Then she sent me a message, saying how it was funny that I realized some things and that she was glad how stuff happened and that things went down how they did. That she thought I was better off for what happened and that she was too. I kinda laughed at that and asked myself, how do I reply? I didn't know, so I asked my friends. How do I reply to her? This girl who did such a thing to me than sends me this message? My friend looks at me and decides to tell me a story.

She tells me of a time when she and her boyfriend broke up. How after  a couple weeks he sent her a similar message and that she didn't reply to it. After a couple of months they saw each other at a party. Time had passed, hearts had healed and they talked. Eventually he brought up the message that she never replied to saying that her reply was so powerful and potent that it couldn't have come accross better. She looks at him stupidly, she had never sent him a reply. To which he smiles and nods his head affirming that. He said that her lack of a physical word based reply to that message after her relationship with him was a more potent and powerful message than any message that she could have ever said to him.

So, I never replied to that girl either. The message was sent loud and clear I believe after all this time. We have seen each other once or twice since that message, a text exchanged and finally an agreement made to break contact for the sake of one another. The message sent loud and clear.

I received another message this day, a message asking for something that I can't help but chuckle at and was going to give regardless of the message. I am incapable to do anything other than what you ask, I told you that... perhaps in your betrayal and discovery of finding out what you are truly capable of, you forgot what it was I am incapable of. Hatred.

A Cycle

After sweetness, comes bitterness.

After bitterness, is sweetness. Such is just one cycle.

Joy and sorrow.
Love and loss.
Pain and growth

These are just a few cycles and such cycles exist to teach us lessons.

These lessons are learned over days.
These days turn to weeks.
Those weeks turn to months.
And months turn to years turn to a lifetime.

All the while this cycle is repetitive. Teaching us, helping us to learn so many different experiences.

Learn from these cycles, do not let the bad overcome the good.

For the good that both precedes and supersedes the bad is worth every moment of bad. For those moments of bad are moments of pain. Pain turns into growth. That growth turns into many things, all good in the long run, no matter how painful the journey.

But fear not, for you will not journey alone. You will find those who are great and powerful and loving and they will show you so much. It is true that these people may leave, which turns to a loss, but they will not always leave.

There will be those that stay. Befriend them, love them. For while your path with them may split for a time, that which tethers you together remains and that love will not be lost.

So, while sweetness may lead to bitterness, do not be dissuaded. For that change is not immediate, nor is it inevitable. It is a slow and gradual change.

Enjoy and nurture the sweetness so that it may grow into love instead.

Break the cycle and make it something beautiful.

I... am love

A friend told me once that I am love. That I love so freely and so deeply that it enables me to see the good in people, that I try to bring that out of them and that I do not give up on someone even when it is clear that that is what should happen. That because of this quality of myself I often leave myself open to the knives of others. That because of this I am unable to stop caring for someone regardless of the betrayal or the hurt and that I carry this wound upon my heart, within my soul and along my thread.

I have been lucky in my life for when it comes to love. The element of it is so easily attained for me in some ways that when I find someone that I connect with love is so easily garnered from that relationship. That with these finding I am willing to surrender parts of myself, to give up myself to a higher meaning. Yet with this, I place myself into a stasis of ecstatic truth, which is a risk that I take. I disarm myself and lay open who I am to the person I find worthy of my affections. That I open myself up so fully and show who it is that I am at my core. That when I bond with this person physically, sexually, mentally, I allow myself to cast aside my fears of love and I subject myself to the moment, the effort so flawless and enjoyable. That I let myself fall in love or I die trying.

Yet with that love there is the fear of loss, the sympathetic death that comes with it. I do not mean the death that you see when one is lost to mortality, but the death of what has been. What could have been. What we were and what we are now. Falling in love is like staring into the sun, but instead of being blinded by that overly bright light, it instead illuminates all the things that matter to you and highlights the good and shows you how amazing things can be. That love is getting caught into something that is far larger than either you or I could ever be apart, but together two people, three people, can be so much more than they could ever have been alone.

So when you lose love, when you lose someone that you cared about, someone that mattered so greatly to you. That promise of forever, the promise of joy and happiness and peace. To contemplate a point where we were together and now that we are no longer together. How could such a thing be so? How could such a thing exist within our lives? That once we were "Us" and now we are not?  Then you look at old videos, old photos of times gone past. Of all the memories held within those times and all the joy and happiness that you shared. Seeing a replay of something that was so real... so tangible and solid. Where did it go? How could it have gone away?

Someone once said that it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Part of me agrees with that, for I am love. I love many people and I understand that feeling more than any other. Yet to have lost that love for another, to look at their face and know that there was a time when they would look at you and smile and now they look through you or around you or simply do not even look towards you. It makes me question. Is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? Is it truly a good thing to love freely and openly as I do with those I interweave my thread with? Or is love something that is so fleeting, so hard to truly obtain that perhaps while I feel love, it is but a taste of it and I have yet to truly obtain the fruit of the Gods and enjoyed that love.

For now, I am love. I am joy and happiness. I am the trust that is gained with love, yet I am also that sadness and despair, the betrayal that occurs when love is lost. I am emotion, pure.