Moving On

Sometimes we feel our hearts tender strings have been snapped, that our heart has suddenly broke beyond repair.
But our hearts strings never stop playing music, and we have the hands to create a song where we can twirl and dance to. This can be through love of art, the smile of innocence from a child, through a smell which reminds you of childhood, through realising the world still has so much to love and so much love to offer.
Love is not an exchange, it is a leap of faith. And we will continue making these leaps of faith if we let ourselves.
I haven't given up on love, I know that I will love again as I am open to love.

I have realised that life is a matter of perspective. Moving back into a hall environment which I left 4 years ago, from a 4 bed countryside house to a one bedroom self contained area, one might feel pessimistic. But I don't, I know that this room can be my sanctuary, my haven which I can fill with myself and my ability to be. It won't be a prison as I simply won't let it. And I look forward to lifes next chapter and the words which will unfold on the pages.

Who am I?

Above all, I am a believer. A dreamer. And I am going to dedicate the new few months to engaging in activities and socialising with people who and which allow my true self to unfold. It is true, like my father said to me the other day, I need time to explore who I am. And what can be more exciting than that, alongside the ability to explore the world?

So no, I will wave goodbye to feelings of guilt and shame, acknowledge any feelings of sadness, and welcome all positive feelings into my sanctuary.

The next chapter of the Chronicles of myself will soon be available.