Embracing Life’s Challenges


 

 

 

“Embracing Life’s Challenges”

There are times I find myself pondering within my thoughts; a daydream will send me reminiscing as if things in life were parallel, realizing at times life may appear better in the abstract. I’ll reminisce through time with memories, travel forward with an essence of belonging. Perhaps it might otherwise be daydreaming or dreadful memories that I find myself pulled into without recognizing at times what stands in plain view. Staying present in the moment can be harder than it seems, while at times hanging onto things I tell myself I don’t really need.
A person can climb a mountain through time travelling only with thought. But to get there, you’ll need a guide or sense of direction to find some mastery. Mastery at best requires people or things around you to accomplish great things. A vortex at its best will pull a person in when we don’t foresee things internally. While we journey through life or perhaps walk through great mountain terrains our thoughts, experiences, emotions derive from within and externally seek things out. Fears that derive from within may carry merit when we can acknowledge why it is we may feel this way and put this knowledge to use. But also understand within ourselves that sometimes to face things head on can be the hardest task at hand.

Perhaps in a daydream you may find yourself reminiscing through time with memories, travelling forward with an essence of belonging. In a daydream you may find yourself standing at the bottom of a mountain staring at a path that may be unknown to you. You may begin to admire its beauty from within and the external factors at hand. Gazing down at this great mountain with your sense of sight, you may begin to carry insight. Is this mountain a fresh view for your eyes or is it one you attempted long ago? Does your heart race for the adventure with excitement or does it race with the fear you feel inside? Who will stand next to you when you travel the mountain terrains or do you create positive action within that you can call your own?
As you begin to pave new journeys, new memories or perhaps old memories to guide you through, may you take the experience at hand and travel uphill through the mountain terrains. Staying in the present moment with every move, you may begin to take pieces of the mountain with you. Are you self-guided or do the pieces at hand provide insight and guide you? As you may set sight on everything within your path, you begin to set forth the journey at hand. Motioning forward any direction you can go; carrying pieces of this mountain terrains as you continue to go. All the while you feel the breeze, smelling the crisp air as you travel far. The gentle leaves move within the trees and whisper subtle as can be, the stream ahead may fill your thirst as your internal insight sets in motion. Follow the light as it settles upon you, build a fire all around you. The ground beneath you carry’s your feet to travel far; the air you breathe becomes your friend by far.

Travel far with another, as you may find you’ve discovered a shared experience. As you may walk through the mountain terrains building lasting memories, will it become your journey you’ve come to embrace or perhaps one you’ve come to withstand …?

Written By Marsha Beede

© 2018 Revised

 

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The Tide That Binds


The tide that binds hasn’t always had its place. How souls must be lost in a mesh of forsaken words or unable to turn a page? The backlash of another where it didn’t have its place told tales of a thousand words in oblivious attempts to hinder the suffering of their own souls. A thousand words too many came from a forsaken place or unable to turn a page.

Words warrant to another didn’t have its place. Countless times in the ruins of chaos, the mighty tongue of another sliced at the hearts of others unable to turn a page while it battled to find its place.

Chaos at its best becomes words of many; ten folds too many so to speak. Turning a page with the mass of many becomes the ultimate destruction that turns tides into withered storms. The backlash of a storm at its best becomes a category 5; a chaotic rumpus turns nights into days. How do words that carry no merit among tides wither away to a forsaken place?

The backlash of ten folds continues on while the tide binds in a chaotic mesh. Back and forth the words of haste continue barreling down at another. Over and over words began to stumble over one another. Fumble back and forth; stamping on everything in its path.

Rampage carries on, cursing back and forth to any forsaken ear that would quiet ones mind. Mass destruction at its best will cycle any which way it can go. Chaos at its best will continue slamming a book shut and unable to turn a page.

A fierce haste in the eyes of another is damaging at its best. Pacing back and forth, slamming doors till ears burst!! Foul a mood with their vigilante ways, slam a book shut; slam a door any which way it will go. The fury blood of another condemns hatred of another.

How long must rage carry on till the voice of another is truly heard? The sorrows of a poor soul withers away with haste may condemn their own soul. Falling silent behind every door slammed; slamming a book shut or tears a page. Souls that are damned in a fiery rage cannot soothe their own souls. One can slam a thousand doors or burn a book to prevent it from turning a page and still not be heard from the racing mind within.

The mind of a chaotic rumpus is a silent destruction and unable to voice its troubled soul or turn a page. A mind that races with time unable to neither slow itself down, nor can it quiet itself till the soul truly understands itself.

The rage; those cycles may be repetitive at its best, turning a page may have falling still at its best. The rage within while slamming doors cannot be heard. One can slam ten thousand doors and still not be heard. Walk a plank or pace back and forth only to ravage the tide at its best. Throw a thousand loose pages from a book into the tide that binds and still fall silent, unable to be heard.

The chaotic ruins within can only reflect from the view of one’s own eyes. The heart falls silent from emotions stirring up inside.

Copyright © 2014 by Marsha Beede