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northstar-perspective · 5 months
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We met when he was nineteen,
I was younger.
Fishing dates, off road adventures,
wildlife watching, a few of the
magical moments together.
Neither one of us foresaw that,
that was the start of an incredible
Nineteen year run.
We had our disagreements
always worked things out.
Respected and honoured
One another.
He protected, cherished and loved me.
I had his back and stood beside him no matter what.
I loved him deeply, he was my beginning and my end.
My safe haven.
R.I.P my love.
1961 - 2001
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senselesswriterish · 2 years
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It does get better
Today I had an extensive and deep conversation with my current partner about my feelings and concerns regarding our relationship. I was shit scared because in previous relationships whenever I poured my heart out I would not feel listened, and they would act as if I were overreacting, invalidating whatever I shared at the time; today was very different. I poured my heart out, I cried, I cried some more, and then we took a deep breath and a small pause to then reconnect and listen to each other. I had this recurring thought in my head that this person would leave me crying my heart out, feeling empty and then end the relationship, but it was not like that. I felt validated, listened but overall I felt loved. I have always believed that better things and better people come after we learn some lessons with previous relationships, but this was such a huge step and even an affirmation that good things do come after whatever shit you're going through. This is a small event in my life that I would like to share here to let you know that it does get better, your thoughts matter and your emotions are important, no matter how irrelevant or small you may think they are, it is all in that pretty little head of yours, remember sometimes our mind is our worst enemy and we must work to not let it win.
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mycollectioncloud · 2 years
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Resting Reflection.
Taking a moment Stepping it back
Life had no meaning Constant panic attack
Unsure of what’s next And afraid to see
What’s lurking around the corner Waiting for me
Tired of the circumstances Tired of being pushed by the waves
Time to steer my own boat And myself I will save
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Quran (6:59)
{وَعِندَهُۥ مَفَاتِحُ ٱلْغَيْبِ لَا يَعْلَمُهَآ إِلَّا هُوَ ۚ وَيَعْلَمُ مَا فِى ٱلْبَرِّ وَٱلْبَحْرِ ۚ وَمَا تَسْقُطُ مِن وَرَقَةٍ إِلَّا يَعْلَمُهَا وَلَا حَبَّةٍ فِى ظُلُمَـٰتِ ٱلْأَرْضِ وَلَا رَطْبٍ وَلَا يَابِسٍ إِلَّا فِى كِتَـٰبٍ مُّبِينٍ}
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missypapageorge · 1 year
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SELF REFLECTION #selfreflection #reflectingonlife #lifeinabubble #soho #nyc #livingart #myownmuse #ballsout #theworldatyourfingertips #holdupwaitaminute (at Soho, N.Y.C) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpqVEysPihL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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glitteryfoxsoul · 2 years
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The person you see in the mirror is the hardest person you have to please in this life.
And the only one.
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sol-ariel · 2 years
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to-dana-once · 2 years
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Thousand verses of a sky
Among a thousand verses I found one more reason to continue Sometimes I feel that in certain circumstances I could not do anything but run away But when I see the sky I feel more comforted, as if everything is fine for a few seconds I don't need anything else, and I feel happy to be able to contemplate that sky If I could ask for one thing, it would be that, those moments so small that they make me forget Where any bad time disappears and that make me feel so small but at the same time with I feel a great peace that spreads inside me. And slowly the pain goes away.
to-dana-once
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scatteredpixl · 2 years
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Summer reflections
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oldestofmyclan · 2 years
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I have always loved romance movies and stories, but looking back on my teen years, I never really pictured myself in a relationship. I didn't think about dating or getting married when I was older. It wasn't something I even realized I wasn't doing when others were. It wasn't until I started to consider that I was asexual and aromantic that I felt like I was grieving a reality that I didn't even want. How messed up is that? That discovering more of myself led to a fear of missing out on something the world tells me I should want and that a part of myself listened to even though it was never something I considered before. This is something I still struggle with and I'm sure I will continue in the future, but it helps to put it into perspective of what I want versus what I'm afraid of missing out on.
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tetesanembun · 2 years
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September's Expectancy
for me and perhaps all September person
do we would create any better tense?
or likely do the same in previous over and over again?
never knows, nobody never knows
in spite of that, we are September's
shall to pursuing hardly
learning thoughtfully
and struggling intensely
yet please do remember to constantly love of self
and spread goodness
that's how the prosperity and serenity inside appear
dear beloved September,
please be kind.
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robspoetry · 2 years
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Just going with the flow she says. Same I respond. Wherever life takes me, I’ll be there.
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There’s a thrill to going with the flow and there’s also a sense of relief.
The flow need not be a term fitting of the lazy and directionless. It’s a phrase that pertains to the unexpected twists and turns of life.
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Who’s the driver here?
- You are. The driver who is also the passenger.
Is will really free?
- The choice to believe is proof enough.
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I love a girl and I want to raise a family with her and that’s all the direction I really need. The rest will fall into place.
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itfitsperfectly · 2 years
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Drowning in the sea of clouded thoughts. I am lost.
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gentlespiritgirl · 2 years
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New TikTok video on our wilderness seasons and how it can serve us and others! 💓
You can click the link in my bio to be directed to my TikTok page or you can follow me @gentlespiritt on the app! ☺️
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thedivinechimera · 2 years
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Last Year I thought I was Going to Die.
Before the age of 21, I can say I never really thought about death. If I did, it was in an almost hypothetical manner. As if the odds of myself or my friends dying anytime soon was about as likely as a global pandemic overcoming our planet and closing our nightclubs for two years..(har har).
I never really thought about death until it decided to wake me up one morning and stare straight into my face with its huge, overcoming darkness. Since its first appearance 14 months ago, it has taken on various shades of black: There have been days where it’s been so dark I could not see my hands in front of me. There have also been days where the sun miraculously appeared and my life stretched out as infinitely as I had once believed it was. Now, I realise, this is what life has always been. 
Life pre-cancer had always been an anxiety ridden race to some unknown finish line. I always thought ‘if I graduate from university I will be happy’ or ‘if I lose a little bit of weight I will be happy’ or ‘if I find a boyfriend who doesn’t treat me the way his resentful father treats him I will be happy’ ... but I’ve learned it simply does not work like that. I know it does not because I have attained the golden ticket that one is only blessed with when their life flashes in front of their eyes; the realisation that life will never be the perfect dream we’ve dreamt, nor will it be a freakish nightmare. Life to me is an accumulation of struggles and the make or break of the overall verdict in your experience resides in exactly what you want to focus on. 
A cancer diagnosis will change your life, no matter what way you look at it. If you are lucky enough to be considered ‘curable,’ you realise that there must be a life after all this suffering. After the chemotherapy and the scans and the pain and the worry, you must pick up your life where you left off. You must move on. You cannot become a professional patient. 
But how can you do that when all your world has become is thoughts of the after world? How can you do that when you wrote letters to your friends in case of your death, to tell them just how much you loved them? When you lay all alone in a hospital bed, thinking you were about to die and all you could feel was a delicious relief? 
The truth is I don’t know yet. I know I have experienced hurt but I have also gained this divine euphoria that I had never felt in life before. Life has become totally and utterly intoxicating. Even as I sit typing this I’ve been stopping to look up from my laptop to just breathe. Very cliche, I know. This kind of euphoria can’t be passed on or traded. I’m not even sure if people who haven’t felt the dark can know truly what this feeling is. I hope maybe this is something my fellow cancer patients can relate to. 
I hadn’t thought of death until I had to. I hadn’t contemplated death until it stood in front of me and asked me to describe it. I hadn’t smelled death until it wafted through my pores, my body pumping out toxins as it tried to sweat out my cancer. I hadn’t thought about death, but I also hadn’t thought about just how fucking beautiful life was.
As Eckhart Tolle has put it: 
The secret of life is to “die before you die” — and find that there is no death.
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After spending most of the day doing whatever I wanted (like sunbathing and hammocking in the backyard with a book, cocktail, and my pup), I found myself reflecting on my struggle to find and prioritize myself. Growing up queer and with ADHD (and being very unaware of both), I felt so much pressure to fit into boxes that were unnatural, even painful, to me. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t be the person I was told to be. What made me feel most myself, most alive, wasn’t important - unless it went along with those societal standards. If it didn’t, it was shamed. Even now I struggle to stay in touch with my truest self, my joy, my desires. What should be most sacred and important to me is often an afterthought within my life, and often still unacceptable to those around me. I want to change this. I want to treasure my joy. I want to know myself, what makes me feel most alive and most myself. I want to be my first priority - my true self, my joy, not fickle expectations of society. And I want to be courageous enough to not let others’ disapproval affect my loyalty to myself.
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