Allow the pen (part one)

Dear beloved, life will throw you under the bus because it can, things will end, doors will close, people will walk away, leave you, or die. Grieve, deal, live. Whatever season you're in, it shall pass, because everything is everything. Make hay while the sun shines because remember, during a hot day, water evaporates, and rain clouds are formed. Seasons change but they are seasons nonetheless.

Follow your bliss, but remember to sway and bend with the wind so you don't get uprooted. And yes, be rooted, firmly, let your vision so shine that it illuminates away the dark energy people try to smother your mind with. When something ends, accept the grace provided to deal with the loss, shed every tear that wants to fall but remember time and tide waits for no man. Grieve, sieve, live. Keep the lessons, not the pain.

Allow no one to break you unless it's for your good. Don't hold on to broken chords, if it's over let go, take stock and move forward, by moving you whisper to the universe that you may have emerged bloody but unbowed. And life loves its warriors, so keep moving, or stand still to catch your breath but never ever retrogress. NEVER. If a chapter comes to a close, flip the page, allow the pen to be the pen, your story never truly ends.

Kibali