Building from the ground up.

When we are stuck in time, inflexible to the changing world both within and outside as a means of coping, building confidence on sodden ground that can be toppled with the slightest of challenges, no matter how anyone demonstrates their meaning we will only take what we need to mould into our narrowed viewpoint, upholding the fantasy created to keep us safe from perceived harm whether such harm exists or not.

Disconnected from emotions meant to steer our direction, we carry the ever increasing load with heavy hearts, unable to empathise and recognise a fellow traveller when they cross our paths. In loneliness and fear, we quickly latch on to the easiest refuge in the hope that this time we shall be absolved of our burdens, transferring our load onto another which ultimately becomes too weighty for them to bear, in denial of their own search for approval, they break. Alternatively, we can knock down the old house and build anew from solid foundations. Feeling the pain we avoid, ripping to shreds the illusion tearing us apart time after time. The agony of acceptance is rarely as awful as we imagine. With lightened load, we continue through life stong in knowing no storm will evict us but merely have us retreat for a while to shake off the debris in readiness for when the sun shines on us again. We welcome in experiences to expand our world with curious awe.