HELLO READERS
When there is nothing left to do or say, that is the moment when you find yourself alone in your own company and space. Suddenly you have time to think and reflect in some valuable, much yearned for peace and quiet, but instead, a kind of silence descends with a suffocating oppressive force. There is no escaping it because it is all consuming. It’s only a problem if you don’t know how to handle it, worse still, if you don’t know yourself or who you are. It’s important to learn to be at peace with us, but this can often prove too much for certain people. They are nearly always thinking about what they are missing, even when they appear to have everything they need. For some, it’s never enough. Their thirst is never quenched and that’s where all of their problems start.
So often people are full of contradictions, and they speak in riddles. One minute they are lonely and in the next instance they are not. They can miss you terribly, and in a split second completely forget you ever existed. Hide and seek can be a playful game, especially if someone doesn’t want to be found. If you think something is missing in your life, it is probably you because you don’t know who you are, not even acknowledging your own reflection in a mirror. You can decorate absence however you want to, but you are still going feel something is missing if you are not at peace within your soul. It is irrelevant how closely you monitor things because you cannot control any of it. Sometimes things and people just go, disappear without warning, just like that. Occasionally they evaporate into thin air whilst at other times reappear quite randomly. Perhaps you think that holding onto someone will keep them closer, but not necessarily. We feel the gasping loss of someone pulling away if they were never destined to stay. Then there is the pain of letting them go. If you are both meant to be, they will return under their own steam. No one owns anyone.
Beautiful places are not just a joy for the moment whilst you are there, but it’s important to remember that everything is temporary and transient. The memories of your experiences will never go away because they are exclusively yours alone. You can be somebody’s, yet still belong to yourself. When we realise just how precious time is, it’s too late for anything to be recaptured because those moments have passed by. We appreciate things when it’s too late, after they have gone, and then regret sets in. There is no place emptier than wanting someone in it to fill in the voids.
If the portraits of our absent friends serve as a loving reminder of bygone days, how beautiful are letters of sentimentality which bring to life the written characters of our absent friends?
Perhaps you are searching for a deeper meaning to your life. It is never too late to try to work out what has been missing all these years and embark on a spiritual journey to find your bliss or fulfilment. There might be a dream of yours that remains untouched as the universe encourages you to fulfil your ambitions. You are advised not to pay attention to people who tell you that it is too late for that sort of thing, because after all, how do they know? If there is something your heart truly wants, then you must follow your heart’s desire.
Miss someone until they return, or until you come back. When their absence becomes something to be avoided at all costs, miss them until you don’t have to anymore. Miss someone until you don’t. There are some places you cannot visit anymore, but art, poetry, music, literature and writings can transport you there. The ground you walk on changes from being not walked on by you to being the ground that you once walked upon. Either all the lights are turned off, or one inner light is missing.
‘So for now,
I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,
And the next time I see you,
I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,
And when I fall asleep beside you
I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,
because I don’t know if I will.
I don’t know if I will.
I will love you like the world is ending.’
Love and light,
Linda and the Lulas xxx
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