There is so much that has transpired from years past until this moment of now. I sit with what I have chosen to simplify, looking back reviewing the past of sifted colors gone by. Some chapters contain pieces I can hardly believe happened, let alone have closed no longer extending into the new pieces and those still to unfold with rainbows of color. Thinking "yes" that was "me" that lived all of that....a journey to this point of many twist and turns with cut off points of pieces with no return.
I have come to be this new version of my person, though the core remains verifying those past chapters of completion.
Results from decisions made and of course, those that came out of no where and were dropped in my lap along the way.
Life is good though.... and I'm so grateful, as I sit here today with all the extreme ups and downs and sifted colors along the way. Chapters in time held pieces known as common, what standard life preconceives things will be, but sifted throughout the chapters were experiences that many would say must be exaggerated colorings of the stories due to my smiling in the here and now.... treasuring the pieces that brought me to this day, regardless of some of the pieces bleeding colors that sifted along the way .
This doubt is understood from others because I, myself am in awe.... looking back at some of the chapters of sifted colors. Often those who doubt others with extreme life stories are those who have remained in a fairly standard life of the preconceived type pictured story. Curiosity allow them to listen, though don't expect them to understand, fore imagining can take them only so far, but the experience is different when the extreme is lived by far. In turn it is good when other can't understand those with extreme life stories because there are areas in life where lacking knowledge can be a plus, so your able to say your glad they don't understand and hope they never have to live and learn of this knowledge they fail to understand.
These extreme pieces of my puzzle are what has made me believe there is nothing that is impossible. There is so much more to our-being and the standard pieces of our puzzle can shelter us from this depth of believing. It's easy to believe when the shapes and colors fit neatly within life's chapters, but when those edges and colors get altered, sifting pieces into unusual shape and colors, reality then shifts bringing contrast to appreciate even more that of the standard pieces of ones life puzzle form.
Life blossoms from the rough edges and sifting colors though we often can't see nor do we feel this blossoming of our puzzle when it's bleeding with sifted colors.
Rainbows that lie behind that of the sifted colors don't stand out until the end of a chapter when a piece can be neatly placed in ones puzzle. Containing the bleeding of ones-being so as to prevent the sifting into the pieces that hold the brilliant colors of the rainbow hidden in the life of ones puzzle.
I have come to be this new version of my person, though the core remains verifying those past chapters of completion.
Results from decisions made and of course, those that came out of no where and were dropped in my lap along the way.
Life is good though.... and I'm so grateful, as I sit here today with all the extreme ups and downs and sifted colors along the way. Chapters in time held pieces known as common, what standard life preconceives things will be, but sifted throughout the chapters were experiences that many would say must be exaggerated colorings of the stories due to my smiling in the here and now.... treasuring the pieces that brought me to this day, regardless of some of the pieces bleeding colors that sifted along the way .
This doubt is understood from others because I, myself am in awe.... looking back at some of the chapters of sifted colors. Often those who doubt others with extreme life stories are those who have remained in a fairly standard life of the preconceived type pictured story. Curiosity allow them to listen, though don't expect them to understand, fore imagining can take them only so far, but the experience is different when the extreme is lived by far. In turn it is good when other can't understand those with extreme life stories because there are areas in life where lacking knowledge can be a plus, so your able to say your glad they don't understand and hope they never have to live and learn of this knowledge they fail to understand.
These extreme pieces of my puzzle are what has made me believe there is nothing that is impossible. There is so much more to our-being and the standard pieces of our puzzle can shelter us from this depth of believing. It's easy to believe when the shapes and colors fit neatly within life's chapters, but when those edges and colors get altered, sifting pieces into unusual shape and colors, reality then shifts bringing contrast to appreciate even more that of the standard pieces of ones life puzzle form.
Life blossoms from the rough edges and sifting colors though we often can't see nor do we feel this blossoming of our puzzle when it's bleeding with sifted colors.
Rainbows that lie behind that of the sifted colors don't stand out until the end of a chapter when a piece can be neatly placed in ones puzzle. Containing the bleeding of ones-being so as to prevent the sifting into the pieces that hold the brilliant colors of the rainbow hidden in the life of ones puzzle.