The days fly by like a meteorite – are they fast or are they slow?
It all depends on how you look, how you see.
The life we live is truly fleeting, yet it stretches out, like an accordion, it’s always changing, backwards and forwards, stretching and compressed…
it’s subjective, open to interpretation.
Failure to launch is a common error a lot of people make, a feeling of waiting for perfection, for all their ducks to be in a row… but that too, is ebb and flow…
They will be, (in a row) at some point.
It might appear so for a brief moment, or at least it may seem they are, then suddenly, they’re not again, – they are scattered like broken glass.
And then all of a sudden things feels irreparable, dismal, foreboding and possibly hopeless.
A blanket of grey crushing down, struggling to gasp for breath, feeling down, down, down.
Until the kaleidoscope shifts again.
Just like that, we can change like the wind, for better or worse….
But how do we see?
Through what lenses are we looking?
How are we putting the situation together in our minds eye?
The same paint brush can create a masterpiece or a mess.
Surreal, unreal, dreamscape, fortune teller, domino effect of the soul…
Waiting without doing will go nowhere.
Wounded beings may be slowed down, but it doesn’t mean the fire inside them has diminished completely.
On the contrary, they may have a fire burning brighter than the midday sun, looking towards the horizon with hope, after all they have endured, – while earth goddess’s in all their superficial vanity, roam with empty and twisted minds- fragmented by all the nonsense they’ve absorbed through the shallows of living upon the surface trying to be the trophy girl or guy.
Or not.
It may be as it seems.
But true beauty can shine from exquisite brokenness that has been channeled and given a chance to be loved and seen, – no matter it’s state, it’s journey, it’s appearance, it’s earthly charms or charisma, – or lack of.
Fast or slow? It doesn’t matter. It is both.