Not new, just different
There are dreams that just don’t love you back.
Life is not always fair to us. Life happens while we think about which direction to take. Or while we have our first coffee in the morning. And even as the world stops to turn, we hold our breath to grasp what has happened.
Each of us remembers the moments that changed our lives.
The decisive ones. The ones that question everything or seem to be the answer to a longing. The first kiss. The first loss. These are the moments that shape us and turn us into who we are. And force us to ask ourselves who we are and want to be.
When life is not fair to us we feel helpless towards the things we can not change. This powerlessness swashes over us like a monstrous wave and pulls us down, to where it is still and dark. This vacuum has nothing consoling. It’s just there.Weightless. Breathless. In this distress, thoughts seem to reorganize themselves and change the view of the world. What is important? Who is important? Am I right?
The colorful glass window, which so far has made us look at the world as we knew it, floats past us in broken parts. Until we have the strength again to pick up a piece and look at it in another light. Reassembling this window costs strength. And in some moments we notice that parts that have felt so coherent before just don’t want to fit together anymore.
Once arrived at this point, we can create a new picture. Maybe develop a different perspective upon oneself, the world and the window through which we look. And in the end the only thing we are responsible for is how this new image of the world looks to us.
My picture is not new. Just different. And so is this blog. It has accompanied me for so many years, and just belongs to me.