#life journey

[obsidianquill]

"I am a part of all that I have met."

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

[felineandhustle]

[haleyincarnate]

Inspired by @revelatori on Instagram ✨

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

The Jester and the King

The journey this man has been on.

I love nearly all of Stede’s outfits, but the one on the left made me gasp a little with horror even the first time.

The neck detail is reminiscent of a jester’s cowl. Stede is dressed as The Fool. It’s how he feels. A joke. Sneered at within his marriage. Unknown to his family. A misfit. A clown. An irrelevance. In fact, he looks like a toy. Not real. A puppet?

We don’t know how authentic this memory is; we see a different one play out later, but that doesn’t matter. This is how Stede feels. And one day, he just cannot continue…

Cut to the second picture. Sure, we all love Stede’s increasingly-plunging necklines, but they are symbolically important. His new clothes are about freedom, embracing a newly-realised form of friendship, love, sexuality. And we see Stede’s flesh. He’s a hot-blooded, sensual, real-live human being, not a painted doll. He’s glowing with vitality. The thing is, Stede was always alive. It’s why he couldn’t go on any longer in a smothered state. And now he’s allowed truly to exist as his wonderful messy self.

Stede’s reborn. He’s in love with his ‘babe’, and is king (or queen) of his own life.

That’s the face of a man who won.

[beccawise7]

They shattered you.

Took your mind, heart, body, and soul and used it for their own selfish game.

Your truth met with lies.

Your loyalty met with traitorous acts.

Questioning yourself, as if you were the one at fault.

Quiet your mind, my dear...

You live authentically while they live in pretend.

You care genuinely, while they only seek to consume everything you offer without gratitude.

Mourn who you believe they were, yet see them clearly for who they are... and move forward.

One day, someone who holds the same light, authenticity, and love, as you do, will treat you as the rare find you are, and you won't recall the past offenders name.

Memory is hard at the beginning, but as with all things that pass away in this world... time diminishes the pain and leaves a beautiful reminder mark on our spirit.

One you will smile at and remember for a moment how grateful you are for the pretenders who made you recognize your worth.

It's all part of our journey.

Chin up, darling... life awaits.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...🧡💕❤️

......wherever the road takes us...

Credit: Morgan Harper Nichols

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[peakogreen]

disillusioned

-

it’s incredibly sad when

you hear someone tell their story of

how they gave up on love.

But much like the story of giving up on love,

there is also a story of

how someone can give up on kindness.

There have been many accounts of

what a cold world it can be

and how bitterness can find you more

and more over time.

And through all these life experiences,

love becomes a myth.

We know this well.

We hear this.

Likewise,

in our pursuit of success and fulfillment,

kindness can become less and less advantageous

almost as if,

it’s just fluff that we tell children

so they can enjoy being a kid.

We tell them to be kind to others.

We tell them not to lie.

But as we get older,

it doesn’t seem to get us anywhere.

But you’re someone who hangs onto it,

you just don’t want to give it up.

So as you forge forward on your kind ship,

being sweet, thoughtful, and considerate,

I need you to know that,

it does pay off.

somehow,

in some way,

it will.

.•.peako green•.•

[vasopv-blog]

Luxury is not buying fancy things like cars, jewelry, and expensive clothes but having the time to get to know yourself and your soul's wishes.

[letsgrownnhealtogether]

I love that your journey is different from mine. I love that we aren’t all on the same route, even if the desired destination is the same.

I think you should love that too. I think it might just change your whole perspective. It might change the way we can love our own life and genuinely support others’ life.

Who cares when you get married. Or if you never do. Who cares when you decided you were ready to have kids. Or if you never decide to/don’t desire to have them. Who cares when you started college. And how long it took you to finish your degree. And who cares if you never go to college. Who cares if you leave a job after two days, or ten years. Who cares if you make a major career change after making a living off it for years.

I care that you’re figuring out what you truly want from this life. I care about you. That’s all anyone should care about. And we should mute the voice of anyone who holds a different kind of care. You’re awesome as yourself, and in whatever that looks like.

I love that you’re you. I hope you do too.

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

Life. They say that it moves in circles, but it doesn't. Death may be the great recycler but birth, no matter how many times it happens, is not the creator. It's simply the mother of all repetition.

[obsidianquill]

"I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."

— Louisa May Alcott

[felineandhustle]

[the-final-lullaby]

Life Journey

Window eyes

Driving live

Wondering where this journey will take us

If you rush

It will pass you by

Prehaps

Adventure awaits those

who

take their time

[haleyincarnate]

Inspired by @secondsapart on Instagram