Just packed my desk, and threw out two huge bags of rubbish. And along with that, unresolved issues and hopes. I think it's a timely end to this chapter, although no end is really immediate. The lines of one end and the beginning of a new chapter is often blurred, similar to the coming and going of different seasons. How this phase will work out is a whole new mystery waiting to unravel itself.
The symbolic representation of throwing out of stuff is powerful. All at once, I feel so empowered, and efficient. I feel like being productive and creating. I feel like working in something that I believe and have faith in. I feel alive, and I feel I have a purpose. It's funny how people usually say that they have to find their purpose in life. But ironically, your purpose finds you instead.
Drown out the negative people, those who think that their way of life is the only way, and you'll see for yourself that life is not that bad afterall. Only by refusing to harbor negativity, positive energy can be attracted and stored within you. Whatever comes from it is solely dependant on you.
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