We’re surrounded by the mirrors of our past.
A few months ago I gazed diligently at the mirror that resembled a time before (hyper) masculinity. As I reluctantly brought my car to a stop allowing an illuminated train of school children to cross, I replaced my feeling of frustration with a mindful gaze. Within seconds I noticed 2 young boys holding hands, engrossed in conversation as they crossed. My brain twitched. It was as if a lost memory had returned to me, and in that precise moment I thought to myself, Continue reading Help Me Find My Tears Before They Find Me
You see, I’m a believer in a leopard changing it’s spots. In fact, to put the correctly, I’m a believer in reading that the spots that some people wear are momentary existences within an even bigger existence I refer to as their life. If you don’t believe in growth, change and looking upon people with present and not past eyes, then I pity you. I pity you because I now see how you look at yourself. And what a lonely world it must be to be a slave to your own past.
Everyone has an old wardrobe. Clothes that tell stories of where they have been, what they have done and even what they used to like. Some of us are embarrassed of our old wardrobe. We look at the clothes that still linger like… “daaamn” I can’t believe I used to wear clothes like that. But we laugh it off. Why? Because we live for the clothes we wear today.
Change the way you view yourself and you’ll change the way you view others. Change the way you view others and you’ll change the way you view yourself. But always begin with the former. That’s where the true challenge and change lies. And then maybe, just maybe, you’ll catch a slight glimmer of what it would be like to truly love unconditionally.