Pillow Thoughts IV: Stitching the Soul

When I made it home again, from all the anger and the pain, I promised myself I would allow a special place in my heart reserved for me. In this space, I would fill it with gentle reminders that I am more than the doubt and negativity. I would hang pictures in the space of the dreams and goals I had, and I would always make sure the fire was burning, always forgiving, always learning.

Live with intention. When you have purpose to seek things greater and more meaningful in life, you find your heart beats a little faster

All the museums in the world, and I wonder most about the one I would have for myself. Clustered in between my heart and soul. What I would fill it with, paintings of the moments I chose to be bold. Sculptures of the people I have loved. Artifacts of the history I have built from my life. And if anyone discovered this museum, would they visit again? More importantly, would I be on the front steps, welcoming them in?

We find life difficult at times, perplexing even. We try to avoid the things that make us sad, angry, frustrated. But we learn these things aren’t easily avoided. Life is built up of moments, each fulfilling in their own way. The healing comes from being able to recognize it’s okay to feel the emotions as they happen.

If you are sad, feel sad. If you are confused, feel confused. If you are happy, feel happy. Because each moment passes, the good and the bad.

It feels good when you accomplish things. It doesn’t matter how simple or complex those things may be, it’s the feeling you get afterward. You learn to ride a bike, you finish your essay, you graduate, or start your own business; it’s all the same. Sometimes even just rising out of bed is enough accomplishment for one day.

And in the moments you have no one to turn to, look out to the open sky and know there are billions of stars burning just to see you make it until the morning. The stars are rooting for you.

People tell you that you have to have everything figured out or your life won’t have meaning. But it’s not true. You can be lost and worthy at the same time

We make so many promises to ourselves, it’s impossible to keep all of them. It doesn’t mean we have failed if we forget to take the trash out, or make the bed, or wash the dishes, finish the report, fill the car with gas, do the assignment, or return the voice mail. If we accomplished everything in one day, there would be no purpose for tomorrow, and there is always purpose for tomorrow.

There are lyrics that will make you feel things and movies that will make your heart beat fast. There are bright colors lighting up the sky, laughter in the middle of crowded rooms, people to tell you that they miss you, moments when you will be reminded of the unconditional love you have. There are cities to be lost in, museums to take in, traveling to be ventured, roads to be taken, conversations to be had. There are so many things ahead of you. So many reasons to stay.

It doesn’t matter to me what books you read or movies you love. It doesn’t matter the clothes you wear; the color of your hair, eyes, or skin; when you end or where you begin. It doesn’t matter where you come from, where you are headed, how many tears you have cried, the things you have laughed over, the places you have been. All that matters are the moments you stayed true to yourself, what you wanted, how you grew, how you replenished your soul