Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house,
so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart,
so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots,
so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart,
far better things will take their place.
mystery seeps out of the soul in unexpected ways….
inquiry for today~ so when will you free the day?
I am always torn.
Between control and chaos; passion and tranquility. Between what’s fated and what I want.
Part of me longs to take the plunge,
to dive off headfirst and let the feeling of control evaporate on the wind.
And part of me wants to be in a place where I’d never have to worry about that choice
or any choice.
Where peace and calm are the only things I’d feel.