moving-on-and-letting-go

We invent what we need to get us by, but in doing so we are really continuing to hold on to the pain of yesterday.

The practice of forgiving is a sequential practice that begins with excusing someone.

In an unforgiving world, chaos rules.

The only thing that will make us remain glued to being the victim is our failure to handle the emotions that we go through and the pain that overcomes us.

Forgiveness does not change the past, that__ for sure, but it does change the future.

Sometimes we are very convinced that what we went through needs to be re-lived so we end up going back and forth to the demons of the past and eventually we fail to get over them.

The moment we become forgivers, then we are in line to enjoy the benefits of forgiveness.

When you make up your mind to forgive, your happiness will almost automatically follow.

The minute we put aside our self-righteousness and move away from being the aggrieved, then we are on a healing process.

When you forgive, you immerse yourself in healing waters.

The idea of forgiveness is a journey that requires patience. If the journey of forgiveness is well travelled, there is a chance that we are bound to change in a very helpful way.

I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose, and she never finishes the statement. It seems right, that her words should fall into oblivion; after all, she__ike me, like everyone__as no words for what follows, for the unknowable, only her hopes and prayers and an unwavering faith in something more.

i dreamt i crawled on top of you and kissed your hips, one at a time, my lips a smolder. i straddled your waist and pressed both shaking hands against your torso. spongy, like an old tree on the forest floor. i push and your flesh sinks inwardly, collapsing with decay, a soft shushing sound. a yawning hole where your organs should be. maggots used to live here until your own poison killed them off. i laid my cheek into the loam and three little mushrooms brushed over my eyelid. peat, decomposing matter, all of it, whatever you wish to call it, rested in the cavity of your chest. and there i planted seeds in the hopes something good would come out of you.

Love as a concrete foundation for an authentically functional civilization requires the around-the-clock labors of forgiveness. Without it, Love fails, Friendship fails, Intelligence fails, Humanity: fails.

The less you move on the groundthe more the world moves around.

You'll never get to the happily ever after if you don't move past the current chapter...

A step from the past always demands a step in the mind backed by a robust action. The very place you fall is the very place you make the first move to move.

Sometimes I think I would rather just remember it in my head, all those streets and the places I loved. The way it smelled of car exhaust and sweet fruit. The thickness of the heat. The sound of dogs barking in alleyways. That's the Panama I want to hold on to. Because a place can do many things against you, and if it's your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.