How Did You Know?

“How did you know that you loved him?” I asked.

She went silent for a moment, thinking about what she wanted to say.

“He was my sun. He made me feel a warmth inside of myself that I could never feel from anything else. It was like flowers were blooming inside of my chest. When we were together, his love radiated on to me and I couldn’t help but grow from that. I wanted to be a better person for him, because he gave me all the love and support needed to do so. All my life I had been falling in love with people I could live with, but when he came around I had finally found someone I couldn’t live without. He was my one.” She chuckled while a tear rolled down her cheek.

 

The Thought of You

The thought of meeting someone like you

keeps me going on each and every day.

It’s someone like you who keeps my heart in a constant leap,

reminds me that i have loved

that i can still love again.

It is the thought of you that brings me so much pain,

a pain that still makes me smile

just by knowing it happened,

that it was real.

That’s how i know that i am truly alive

because it is the thought of you that i am who i am today

and i can only thank you for everything that you were to me,

that you still are to me

and that will always be.

A Long Walk

A long walk.

There’s something about a day spent walking that brings thoughts to me. A day spent walking feels like a day that stretches as long as the distance is far. It is where the twists and turns that the path reveals with each step feel like those in which life takes you on each and every day. Have you ever wondered how they often seem alike to you?

How a straight path guides you to what you can see clearly and safely up ahead. How one that twists and turns can make you dizzy with wonder at what’s in front of you. How sudden a corner can creep up to you and is there before you even know it. What’s more is the corner in which forks in two directions before you’ve even decided. And what to do with those paths that end with what seemingly feels like nowhere else to go. But i think what’s most unsettling, are those that lead you back to where you began, as if you’d never left the place you stand; but the night falls still, none a wiser to where you’d hoped to go.

There’s something about a day spent walking that brings thoughts to me. How i wonder so often where the path will take me.

❤ Jason

Treasures

It’s interesting what you choose to keep when packing up your whole life.

Rummaging through all this stuff you’ve collected over the years, stuff that just sits there and brings you no joy and no memories.

But then there are those rare moments where through the shadows of all this stuff, you see something that looks and feels like it’s alive. It talks to you not through sound but directly to your heart. “How can this be possible” you ask, and as you hold it in your very hands, you now understand how it can be so; and so you bring it up against your heart, almost as if not to lose something that has always been with you from the very beginning.

Feature image – An unexpected photo for the post written about treasures in a box representing a deeper meaning to the things which play at your very own heart strings. Taken at a family wedding on the 6th of October 2018

The Thought of You

It is the thought of you,

that keeps my heart beating

through my chest.

The thought of you,

that keeps me warm at night

as I roll myself into bed.

The thought of you,

that makes me smile away

at random times throughout the day.

The thought of you,

and most importantly

and me.

You and me

dancing in the rain,

singing along to something sweet,

sweeping each other off our feet.

It really is the thought of you I think,

that makes life worth living.

Because it is with you

that my life

truly begins.

❤️

It’s hard waiting for that someone that can make you feel this way. But in my sleep and dreams it is something I can only hope to imagine right now in my life. I hope we all find that special someone that we can share this feeling with, and when we do, know how truly lucky we are to have it 🙂

Vision

Imagine

Think far ahead of your time

30 Years

40 Years

50 Years

Where are you?

What do you see?

What gives your life purpose?

Who are the people that are still in your life?

What beliefs have you held onto and which have you left behind?

And the good habits that you have kept?

The morals that have shaped you?

Think about it deeply

Who are you really?

Imagine your life

Envision

I believe that if you can envision where you want to be in life 30, 40 or 50 years ahead of time, it will be achievable no matter what life’s circumstances. The little bumps in the road that you face today are truly nothing when pit against the possibilities of what you are after. As long as you keep that dream in mind and the choices you make are chosen with your heart and the feelings within your gut, you cannot fail.

For each an every one of us is guided by the universe and it’s signs. Some would call them our good omens or the Karma in which we balance our world, just like the Yin and Yang; others would swear the existence of our own guardian angels who protect us and guide us through this life. Whatever it may be, the sheer belief in the possibilities is what makes life worth living.

“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” – Paulo Coelho

 

Thanks for reading ❤ and keep on believing!

To You

It’s always been true

You have these great big wings

Of the many who saw could not help themselves but sing

Gleaming white, sparkling with feathers so clear and shiny

Unable to shift for there are ropes that grasp them tightly

Sometimes

A feather escapes by breaking from its owners mask

Through the thousand hands that hold their grasp

It’s beautiful

And It fills you with hope

For a moment there it reminded you

of who you were and what’s now new

It changes colour, it darkens and withers and like the autumn leaves

It dies away

At this, you watch and see

Reflected in the only mirror that’s anywhere near

Repeated a thousand times

Until you are all but mine

Death

Post poem thoughts:

  • Who are we talking about when they say “You”?
  • What do the wings, ropes, feathers and mask represent?
  • Why is it a reflection from a mirror?
  • And who is the person behind the camera when it says “until you are all but mine”?