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Thalassa
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Gratitude for the smallest, seemingly most insignificant things, to the biggest, most significant ones. Gratitude for little things like having all your toes so you can walk properly. Gratitude for larger-than-life things that just are there, like the sun and the moon.
Joy. The expression of gratitude. It carries us from one moment to the next. Even if you're not fine, you're fine. Even if it's not all good, it's all good. Even if you don't want to but you have to, then you have to. Joy is always there, with its incredible power to be the undercurrent of all emotions, even sadness. Joy doesn't invalidate your other feelings. It just waits for you to heal and move on until you can feel it again. Joy doesn't ask to be celebrated, to be desired, to be wished for, to be in wait for, to be prayed for. Where the attention-seeking happiness is the destination, quiet joy is the journey. And with joy comes love.
It all comes to full circle when you realize that love is both the source and recipient of gratitude. Love instead of hate. Laughter instead of tears. Compassion instead of coldheartedness. Caring instead of indifference. That with loving comes living, really living. That with aliveness, your life is now no longer just yours. It becomes a life shared with others.
Your life is now his, hers, and theirs.
- thalassa -
Joy. The expression of gratitude. It carries us from one moment to the next. Even if you're not fine, you're fine. Even if it's not all good, it's all good. Even if you don't want to but you have to, then you have to. Joy is always there, with its incredible power to be the undercurrent of all emotions, even sadness. Joy doesn't invalidate your other feelings. It just waits for you to heal and move on until you can feel it again. Joy doesn't ask to be celebrated, to be desired, to be wished for, to be in wait for, to be prayed for. Where the attention-seeking happiness is the destination, quiet joy is the journey. And with joy comes love.
It all comes to full circle when you realize that love is both the source and recipient of gratitude. Love instead of hate. Laughter instead of tears. Compassion instead of coldheartedness. Caring instead of indifference. That with loving comes living, really living. That with aliveness, your life is now no longer just yours. It becomes a life shared with others.
Your life is now his, hers, and theirs.
- thalassa -
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Thalassa
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From one thing to the next. You never stop. You know you shouldn't.
But then...
You need the respite. You sit, silent. For a long time. Too long. The feelings surface. The sadness. You feel it all. You give in. You give up. Close your eyes. Start sinking and sinking. Constricted. The deeper you go, the darker it gets. Drowning.
But then...
You remember. That last breath you held before you sank. So you open your eyes. You hope. Look up for the scintillating light above the surface. You believe. Kick your way up and up and up. You exhale. That little breath you have takes you all the way up. Alive.
You break the surface. Feel the sun lovingly caress your cheeks, welcoming you back. Feel the water protectively hug you, proud of you. You're back.
You smile. Knowing that once again you won. Knowing it won’t be the last time you sink.
Knowing it will always be a tie.
Because that sun never stops shining.
That ocean never stops embracing.
- thalassa -
But then...
You need the respite. You sit, silent. For a long time. Too long. The feelings surface. The sadness. You feel it all. You give in. You give up. Close your eyes. Start sinking and sinking. Constricted. The deeper you go, the darker it gets. Drowning.
But then...
You remember. That last breath you held before you sank. So you open your eyes. You hope. Look up for the scintillating light above the surface. You believe. Kick your way up and up and up. You exhale. That little breath you have takes you all the way up. Alive.
You break the surface. Feel the sun lovingly caress your cheeks, welcoming you back. Feel the water protectively hug you, proud of you. You're back.
You smile. Knowing that once again you won. Knowing it won’t be the last time you sink.
Knowing it will always be a tie.
Because that sun never stops shining.
That ocean never stops embracing.
- thalassa -
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Damn it! And that’s why I don’t write poetry...thanks for letting everyone know I suck at writing!
Ohh and duh..you, me, Bacon.....sizzling!
