To my attention.
It’s recently been called to my attention that I bring more value and perspective into people’s lives than initially expected.
All too often I become an island unto myself. Haunting, tragic, persistent, yet one that remains undiscovered. It is not until you give away pieces of yourself that you’ve decided are far too precious to others, that you will open yourself up to and be able to exchange a currency more valuable than any other: Care.
Is it wrong to want to protect aspects of yourself from the outside world? No.
Is it selfish? Perhaps.
You never know what presence or perspective you have to offer the world if these views stay within the mind that thought them.
That was a bit melodramatic eh? Right on brand.
Two journal entries for you to chew on. It’s like toothpaste though, rinse, but do not swallow. These are not meant to be ingested but to pass through you like a cold wind. Something you cannot escape so you feel it completely while it’s there, and when it passes, leaves a lingering tingle of a memory of what once was. If it was cold enough, you will remember that chill, even on the warmest of days. The thoughts of this icy blast of air can send shivers down your spine, and when you look up, the warm sun rays radiate across the face which has held a scowl far too long.
Relax your forehead, soften your eyes, allow your cheeks to form the smile which has hiding in a frown.
Are you unhappy because you are, or are you because you think you should be?
It is not your fault, but it is your responsibility.
Thanks for coming back, you bring more to me than you’ll ever know - I’ll keep writing for you.