I haven’t touched my draft writing since July. The last thing I wrote was, “Nothing is ever lost, love always finds its way back to you”. Each time I’ve attempted to write I find myself stopping, to be so present in my life I end up melding between the seams of my own chapters. In anything or everything in better terms I’ve experienced since July, it seems to always come back to love. Out of everything I could write about, I focus myself on love. To be fair, I think my lack of writing comes from the fact I was in constant realization of how much my mind controlled me. I am sitting here wondering what words fit best, I have allowed so much to pour from my heart, and now it’s time my writing follows suit once again.
I really am not sure what to write. Life continues, we grow, and learn again. Ram Dass states that love and acceptance run a close line. Ram Dass, you clearly had a point. It took me a while to accept life and its extremity in line with its simplicity. That’s where acceptance comes in. If we can accept extremity when it arises, we can embrace simplicity that much more. I think it can be a lot harder to view the extremity of life in a lens of acceptance. We claim we crave peace, yet react the most to chaos. To embrace both with open arms is to step into the unknown; I have found this the most rewarding in life thus far…
