I was just remembering how I used to think this is it. Life will just be what it is anymore.

I can fill the empty spaces with keeping my mind busy. Living in the moment. Which is all there really is anyway.

Then something inside broke. Right in my center.

Then my heart was opened, awakened you could say.

All the prior plans in place and ball rolling, there was no stopping me.

I upheaved my entire life. Blinders on and full steam ahead.

Left my very cushy job that anyone would love to have. Bye y’all πŸ™‚

Also left a very beautiful area of California. I only miss the bike trail.

My life now is pretty awesome and I wouldn’t go back. I’m where I need to be.

There are some places I would love to explore and people I would love to be with. However, relationships need to be an equal give and take so I’m down if they are. Meet you halfway.

As for possessions, I have found that I need very little anymore. Moments in time are all I want to collect.

My time in nature makes me forget everything and love every single second.

Sometimes the universe has a sense of humor. πŸ˜†

My heart? It’s kinda tender. So, resentful to some, disillusioned with another maybe? But so full as well. Complicated lil thing.

Lastly love. I guess that goes along with the prior… πŸ˜” there are no words. Sigh.

I know that it will all come together.

Follow your heart. You deserve to be loved as you love and never settle. Sure it can be scary but, that’s part of feeling alive.

Many, many blessings and so much love,

Raq ✌️

Oh! Please tell the person you love how you feel as well. No one should go to bed wondering.

4 thoughts on “Reminiscing

  1. ivor20 says:

    Thank you Raquel, inspiring words, and keep enjoying your inner spirit….. some people never get that far….. as for me… I live on dreams……
    “My empty hands are full
    Of memories and rhymes” …. ((Hugs))

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