Feelings

They have the power to create, to destroy and leave a trace. All at once. And there are moments when you become overhelmed by them to such an extent that you cannot express them. None.
Not even a sentence. But they persist. They take you back to the past, reminding you that you have felt them before. It does not mean you know how to change them. You are just standing there and waiting, for them to project, develop or eventually fade away. You can wait as long as you can or want to. They are irrelevant to time, and to everyone or everything else that yields them. They are relevant only to you. Feelings offered you the responsibility of choosing between longing and avoidance, reluctance and eagerness. They gifted you power. To create, destoy or be.

The Art of...

I was convinced to believe that there is no coincidene, or was I forced to. Days are different from one another, but there is something that makes them suspiciously too similar sometimes. The leap. The way out. The art of letting go.

For some it is hard, for others managable, but it can also be impossible to achieve. We can choose from which ones we want to be, or can we? I would like to believe we can, but then I would indirectly assign all the blame and it would not be right. But it never is. We are supposed to be smarter than this, yet we still tend to make the same mistakes. Because we want to or because we feel to. The boundaries can get blurry and we can get confused.

The way human mind functions is astonishing, but far too complex to comprehend. Certain things, even the least expected ones can trigger emotions far beyond our power to grasp and get a hold on to. Beyond simplicity, beyond ultimate understanding.
The art of continuing. The art of overcoming. The art of finding. The art of living.