Every morning, we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part.
Imagine your icon just appearing outside your window at night and just staring with a hollow possessed expression and remaining there for hours in the dark despite you having thick drapes and everything, and then you fall asleep and when you wake up they’re looming over your bed and staring at you disappointedly.
melancholy leaves me breathless.
And yet I demand
that your heart survive
on its own,
belonging only to itself,
whole, entirely whole,
in its dark cavern under your ribs.
It’s too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists of time, you know, but really it’s the present that’s in a mist, uncertain. The past is quite clear, and warm, and comforting. That’s why people often get stuck there.
Pain doesn’t just show up in our lives for no reason. It’s a sign that something in our life needs to change.