Knowledge without patience is futile:
Knowing where to plant the seed isn’t enough. One must also have the patience needed to nourish that which has been planted until it enters full bloom.
Scientists have agreed that based on their body composition bees 🐝 shouldn’t be able to fly. In other words their wings are not physically strong enough to carry their bodies. However, despite this disadvantage bees 🐝 still manage to float through air gracefully. Because the bee is born with wings it BElieves that it was born to fly and so it does that thing in which it BElieves it was born to do, FLY. What if we are all born with wings? What if the only thing stopping us from flying is us? What if all we have to do is BElieve? 🐝
On our journeys through life there are some paths which we are required to travel alone or with different and new people . Always remember that when a connection is genuine the people who’ve been connected will always find a way back to each other. So if I haven’t spoken to you in a while that doesn’t mean “goodbye” it’s more like “I’ll catch up with you later”.
What if pain isn’t real? What if pain is just stunted growth? Growth that has been stagnated by our inabilities to let go of the parts of us that need to die off in order to make room for the parts that havent manifested yet.
I read somewhere that at the root of all suffering is attachment. Based on my experiences with “pain” (or lack thereof) I believe this to be true.
Today I let my shoulders fall and when I felt their broadness I felt elevated.For longer than I can remember I kept them tight, tense and coiled. I believed that if I ever eased up that the mountains that I’d been carrying would collapse or even worse, become a burden for someone else to carry. Today I realized that these shoulders were not created to carry mountains, they were created to climb them. -The Pure One
Everything happened so fast. One minute I’m cursing you out via text asking you “where the fuck you been” and the next minute I’m staring at your dead body. I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t left the house in weeks. All I keep thinking is ” where did you go after you left here”. The last person remember you being in contact with before you left was your boyfriend. But by the way shit went down between me and him at the funeral I know I’m the last person he wants to talk to. I told you to stay the night but you’re hardheaded and you never want to listen! Smh you’re so stupid! No I’m stupid! It’s all my fault! If you wouldn’t have been sneaking over here you wouldn’t have ran into whoever took you away from me…I have to get out of this fucking house. I can’t just keep sitting here. I know somebody saw something or knows someone that knows something. So I’m dressed in all black until I find the culprit because someone is going to feel my pain.Im looking for revenge!