Soulful - Blog Posts
Hits deep...😮💨
Miami Enclosed Living Room Living room - idea for a medium-sized enclosed tropical living room
I don't want to be perfect
You want to be perfect my psychologist said
It was the problem usually left unsaid
It's been years
But I still remember her saying it again and again
I dismissed all thoughts
Because she was actually my teacher and teachers never know it all
But today I sit and am ready to contemplate
I don't think it's late
The problem is still that I don't believe her
Although from I don't want to be perfect
To do I really want to be perfect I have grown some thoughts
But still I am clear as a crystal ball
And I internally never wanted to be perfect is the feeling that stands tall
I realised by now
That I was just wired like that somehow
No one ever told me that being imperfect is good
I was just growing up under their hood
I always thought that's how you get love
I never wanted to join the unwanted club
There were only two statements I usually heard
I am proud of you always sounded warmer than that person is better than you, bud
Each mark lost in exam made me shattered
Because I knew it was deciding how much I mattered
Maybe that is how everyone is wired
And it's funny that nobody is getting tired
I guess the tireds join the unwanted club
And we are not taught to talk about them in this hub
I don't blame anyone
Because choosing this life was already done
But I might not have the pace
That is required to win this rat race
Although standing behind and alone
Means your chances of affection are blown
The problem is that we are not pushed towards self love
We are just pulling ourselves with self bluff
I was never behind perfection
I can say it loud and clear
I was always running behind affection
I mumbled with a tear
Sometimes you had planned so much about a life with a certain person in it, that even a picture or a memory of them today can make you feel completely empty from inside. Although you were happily living your life on your own till yesterday and its been years of not being in touch with them.
The world is burning with passion
People are burning with emotions
You are burning with love
But here I stand
With my flickering soul
I have a flickering soul...
Do you ever think 'how did I end up here?' Like you are in a maze and totally lost and it's all your fault because you were the one who made every turn? And you know that there are many routes that could have helped you out, because you hear all the people on the outside of the maze who made it through, and they are laughing and smiling. And sometimes you get a glimpse of them through the hedge. A fleeting shape through the leaves. And they seem so damn happy to have made it and you don't resent them, but you do resent yourself for not having their ability to work it all out. Do you? Or is this maze just for me?
The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
Just look at this beautiful Angel, he's a blessing to humanity 🤍
Every time I listen to his music, his voice, it makes me feel something I could never describe, no other artist has made me feel the way he does, I'm glad he exists.🤍
(walteryoungs music)
"Magic is everywhere if you know where to look..."
“My soul will find yours.”
— Jude Deveraux (via bnmxfld)
Valokuvaaja Lappeenranta. Valokuvauspalvelu Kuvaajankulma
I commented to the original post with few of nightcafe.art creations I have done from the depths of my previous depression. There are more... But I don't want to put too much at once... If you like them let me know, your encouragement means a lot to me. It gives me tbe strength to keep sharing ❤️🥹
Isabelle Young. Ocean Space. October 2021
When I hide don't look for me in sunsets and summer breezes,
Look for me in lightning storms and stars,
For even when I'm gone I will not lie in peace,
I will be power without form in the way I wish I could be in life.
When I quiet don't listen for me in bird songs and breaths,
Listen for me in crashing waves and laughter,
For even when I am gone I will not quiet my voice,
I will be the battle cry that bubbled from my lungs but never passed my lips.
When I go don't feel for me in blanket burrows and sand,
Feel for me in the sunlight and the snow,
For even when I am gone I will not let go of you,
I will be the elements that cut through each of your defences to hold you.
When I die do not try to follow,
Know that I love you and I am with you,
And I'd never leave you alone.
- When I by Icarus [PaperCraftWings]