Often times we regret the things that has happened in the past, and rightfully so. I know there are things that happened that I wish would have never happened and things I’ve done that I wish I never did. I can’t continue dwell on the things I can’t change, but instead, become more grateful that those things are not currently defining who I’m becoming. I challenge to take a moment to think back 3 year or even 10 years and see how far you have come. You are not what you were and you are not who you are becoming. •
Continually strive to become the best version of yourself everyday!
~ Broken Kaleidoscopes ~
We look at the world through broken kaleidoscopes, You and I. Red flags look like red wine, the same kind we had in highball glasses last year, when we were still in love. Tonight you’ll get drunk on whiskey, and I, on men. Strange men. Yesterday I woke up in a car, next to a man who smelled like burnt cigarettes and puke. I sat there, naked and unfamiliar. Hickeys on my thighs, sore and blue. Blue. Look through my kaleidoscope, red and blue make purple.
Purple was the colour that we finally settled on. “Purple curtains! PURPLE GODDAMN CURTAINS!” I knew how much you wanted yellow ones.
But then again, I never cared enough about your favourites anyway.
My mother called last week. Father died. I know how much you hated that man. Well, he hated your guts too.
Look through my kaleidoscope. Tell me, do you see it? Mother, father, you and I, across the dining table. Father is telling you about the one time I went to school with two different shoes and came back with none. And then there’s laughter. So much laughter. The room is filled with sounds I’d never get tired of hearing.
Look through my kaleidoscope. There’s patterns. So many patterns. No two ever the same. Broken beads and glasses creating beautiful images.
I still don’t know what you meant when you said I scraped wounds because it felt like intimacy. You left without an explanation anyway. Slammed the door at my face after throwing a glass jar at me. I’ve a scar on my forehead by the way. A girl I slept with said it looked beautiful- almost seductive. Toxicity is arousing yeah? No wonder I’d end up under the sheets with you after every fight, every argument.
You didn’t come back for sex after the last fight though. That really was the end, wasn’t it?
There is no closure. The pain feels like a snake on my chest- its venom moving through my veins, poisoning every organ, every emotion, dissolving everything with pleasure.
Look through my kaleidoscope. Trauma looks like bliss. .
“The secret to self-love is to love yourself unconditionally. You need to form a loving relationship with yourself. The relationship you have with yourself is the most important relationship you will ever have in your life. ... You do not need anything to love yourself.” #selflove#selfie#quoteoftheday#unconditionallove#finally
Things work out best for those who make the best of how things work out...we can imagine and hope that our lives go a certain way, but, it doesn’t always work out as planned.
The best we can do is accept things as they are, in the now, be mindful, and continue to make the best path for the future as possible.❤️.
There isn't wrong with having nice things. You can be humble and grateful. Money is a blessing. As long as you humble and express gratitude. You can enjoy the materialism but stay humble. Be grateful for the small things in life too. Remember you can have it all: the humble life and good life. Don't sweat what others say. Financial freedom is my dream.