Days bleed into endless years. The sands of time cannot find their way in the winds. Tears are like hail in the wrath of the storm.
You trudge on anyway because stillness is death; an instinct which many have forgotten yet exercise unknowingly.
Some may leave you and misunderstand you. Most will not listen; they will ask questions for the sake of telling you the correct answer. They will pat you on the back with a good old fashioned "hang in there, bud!" but they keep walking past you.
You hike up and down mountains, traverse suffocating deserts and find momentary refuge when you expect it to never come again. The final drops of water from a bottle when clouds are stubborn not to rain. The aching of bones working hard without rest. Your mind spins and tumbles over itself.
We are all trying to figure ourselves out. We all yearn to know our place in the world, to earn our position in the chains of command. The search for a spark to light up the path we will walk never ends. No matter how we will it so, this internal battle with our own souls is a timeless war only ceased by the acceptance of letting go.
Let it all go.
Do you think the land and the skies have never changed before too? Do you close yourself in until the summer returns? We are all changelings in a world taught to fear change! We shapeshift as fluidly and naturally as the water which washes the day away from you. Is our day-to-day not completely filled by micro-changes?
Do not fear the change that will come but the change that will not. We have to change. We don't get a choice. It is when we resist it desperately that we become hurt by it.
Rid yourself of the tar others paint onto you. Their words, allegations, their reasonings are all nonsense. Complete rubbish! They will make a fool out of you, but it is you who allows them to cast their spells on you.
So, let it go. Let loose the weights that refuse to let you go. Say c'est la vie when someone casts their judgement on you. Those who guilt you for changing, for growing, for kicking up the impossible paths; they are only so because they fear doing it themselves. They fear that they cannot pull up their bootstraps and make it through the everchanging terrain.
I implore you to have compassion for those who have lost theirs. Have compassion for yourself who needs it more than ever. Have reverence for the earth we tread on. It has carried us all with little complaint.
Your path may not always be lit or paved. The tides may confuse you and the thundering storms overhead may be frightening, but you will always have the strength to carry on. The wit to know when to take a break and the perseverance to get up again to resume your journey.
It is a choice you make. It is a choice that we all make. Each and every day.
Waking up is a battle. Sometimes I fear closing my eyes at night; the world might be terribly foreign tomorrow. Yet, there is truly nothing to stop us but ourselves. We get up and return to the grind relentlessly. I fear we are like ghosts trapped in a loop! Haha. We always get up, don't we?
So, as the moon commands the tides, the winds carry away old memories, and the sands of time dance on; it is a time to step forward. There is a new path to discover, just outside your door.