The moodiness of life can create an apathetic disposition, but I find it is necessary, even a delicious part of existence, as long as one does not wallow there too long…it is meant to be fleeting. The paradox is the guru in the remembering of what once was, in the limitations imposed upon us by the consequences of living, of being human. It’s like uncovering treasures at an estate after a death, bitter sweet, yet oddly comforting. I wrote this because it’s just reality sometimes, yet we must keep going…fall down, stand up tall, fall down, reclaim what is mine to deny, fall down, grow new wings to fly…there are no excuses that are dignified…only what you dare to defy through the quest of individuation, solidified.
Accept what is, defy what is meant to be conquered, reclaim your throne, if even in a solemn tone, let it be genuine, atoned…..love lives in the spectrum of moods if you succumb to its beauty, unencumbered…free from subsisting in a slumber, ever in peace for whatever is revealed by becoming an emotional spelunker.
In Moody Meanderings….
~ Angela
When one lives in peace within, the dark abode, one can ride the waves and unite the polarities.
When you realize this is possible and understand that you can go to this light, the path becomes so clear. This is so beautiful!