Small Things . . .
Silence . . .
Darkness . . .
Are these not but pieces to what death should grant us? Eternal silence and darkness and peace, but only should that be what awaits us at this life’s end. As a follower of the Wiccan ways it is believed, as I myself do believe, death is but a new journey to take and certainly not the end. Of course this does not prevent me from grieving for the lives that have ended as I will and do miss the presence of those who were once part of my life. Death may only be the beginning of something else when our time comes but it is the end of a life for those that are left behind.
Tragedy, traumatic events, even a simple change of view can provide a person with a deeper appreciation for that which they do have instead of focusing on what they feel they are without. In such times where materialistic greed and wants that are disguised as needs drive us can we discern what is the true reason behind our actions and words?
There are many phrases that have been said and quoted in regards to death; ‘The good die young,’ ‘angels only stay with us for a short while,’ but life is but a crossroad that leads to death. We are dying since the day we are born but since time is so very precious and taken for granted so endlessly we must embrace the chances that we come across to take chances and embrace our dreams so that we may realize what it is that really matters to us.
I cannot sit here and claim to be the saint who wants for nothing and does not have material possessions, as a woman with many passions and many dreams it would make me very hypocritical. However, I have learned the hard way that many of the things I deem to be ‘big’ all encompassing problems that stress me out endlessly are indeed small in comparison to things that could be much more detrimental I have changed. Any of my friends could say this knowingly, certain experiences in my life have indeed changed who I once was into whom I am now, and hell every one of the experiences I have been through or watched others’ go through has had an impact in which I have grown to be.
It seems that I have begun to ramble once more, changing topics and going on about things that seem to not pertain to the initial topic. This is surely not the case, don’t sweat the small stuff was the tone I was going for in the previous paragraph, but of course we will all continue to do so. Don’t be so hard on yourself and expect to always be perfect is quite a hypocritical statement coming from one such as me, but I shall say it anyway with a chuckle.
Without further ado I shall say one last thing. While the rent and the bills may be do and I may still be quite jobless and owe a bit of money to the college I am attending I am feeling rather calm at the moment. Perhaps it has to do with having some time feeling so overcome with depression and stress that I simply did not wish to get up and keep trying or perhaps the feeling that it will be alright in the end regardless actually made it through my thick skull, another chuckle would be inserted here. I guess what I am trying to say is, even when it looks like things couldn’t get any worse, they really can, astronomically so in various different ways, it can also get better, somehow, if you can find the strength to have a bit of faith that it just might. Did I manage to write this without more than one cuss word, ha ha?
Even when our eyes are closed, there’s a whole other world out there that exists outside ourselves and our dreams.-Edward Elric
To die would be a great adventure.-Peter Pan