Part-a-part
(noun): taking life in small pieces, one at a time
We never know where life will take us. Sometimes to a great underground chasm, sometimes to the highest clouds. Only taking life in small parts will help you digest it properly and transform it into something special.
How else will you know they're a good fit, if you're constantly intoxicated or overwhelmed by material things or even too many people filling that hole you carry inside of you? Like little pieces of the same puzzle. If one bad apple spoils the case, you should do everything in your power to fix it. Even if it means changing your self. This usually helps, but it never comes without serious consequences.
Losing one thing usually means acquiring another. Always. If you can't see it yet, you haven't reached your destination without seeing its true colours. Sometimes it happens that you need to pass more water under the bridge to see the thrust of things. To trust. To tribulate. To thrive.
To lose all your friends and say, “They never meant much to me if I never meant enough to them, even if they suggested otherwise”.
One step at a time, one less poignant, and yet it should have a soothing effect. So why isn't this the case? Passe-partout of lost causes passing through turbulent times when nothing seems right and can only be ostracised. The distant meaning doesn’t really mean anything.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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That which is yet at a distance means little to nothing until it becomes present. There is no master key that will guarantee a result that remains far off. But bit by bit, step by step, present moment by present moment the journey may be undertaken. Whether it arrives as we had imagined or someplace completely different, no one of us can say. But in the moment we can know we are here & sense the next toward which we are headed.