Self image. Always shifting. Just like all senses always adjusting to environments and surroundings. Change. Something I had and still have to accept as part of the cycle that I am only a small part of. I find myself protecting my heart so much, that I block the things I don’t realize I might need. Love. It’s almost like, with certain love, I no longer play a small roll. For in certain love, you are half of what is present, whether you are attempting to makeup for what’s lacking or lacking what someone else is attempting to gain. I can manage love on an overall scale because I can still protect myself and keep expectations at a minimal, if at all. But if I narrow down love, the risk is greater, and I just recently have been able to grasp the inevitability of change in itself in the cycle of being alive. I believe you would feel ready when you are ready. That doubt and risk would all be pushed aside when the heart is louder than logic. Is it possible I am ready but the certain love is within and for myself.
It’s hard to be outside looking in as the viewer, when you’re so deep inside the scene of a movie that makes the most sense. My goal is to be connected while having the ability of maintaining disconnection to evaluate clearly. But the effort of reminding myself of lessons learned, is causing me think before I feel. Processing with little or no room to react. Logic has not failed me because emotion is based on it. At this point, it is uncertain to know what is healthy because where I am feels safe, efficient, and accurate. I understand that the past is in our memory and that the future is in our imagination. But it is my memory and my imagination that keeps me aware and living in the present. All elements and layers are what makes me feel like I’m living inside the fibers of my existence. The fibers of my mind, my body, and my energy.
Food for thought. Thought food. Heart vs. Mind.