Making it Through

November flew through my eyes. The days around here are now very short and most of them are so gloomy. I know that it’s already December, Winter is around the corner, but I still cannot believe that this year is coming to its inevitable end. It’s been a year of shift & resumption.

Life seems to be guided by the seasons and I’m aware of their importance and their inevitability. It’s just part of self-growth. Everything in our life has a season phase that could take a short or a long period of time. And sometimes, like the seasons, we find ourselves in-between.

I’ve spent more than a year mostly in autumn-time. Learning that the past is the past and stays there only as a teacher, that I don’t have to re-live it over and over again in my head. I don’t need to have all the answers of everything wrong that happened and to all the suffering inflicted to me by others. That’s part of learning of how to let go… accepting what life brings without beating up myself so hard and understanding that everything happens for a reason, even when things fall apart. Finding freedom and giving room for other things to grow. Better things. Being grateful for what I have because it is enough. I’m enough.

So I’m prepared for a winter-time in my life, a time of stillness, introspection and recover. Where I will be able to reflect & focus on myself. To get stronger by committing to myself.  It’s time to appreciate everything and be still. Even during the tough moments of life, when it is unfair or messy, I just needed to remember that everything will pass and things will be okay. Because this instant in our cosmic Universe is all we have and where we truly have to live from. Remembering how short life is but also how beautiful & unique it can be. Even with all the imperfections & flaws. Sometimes, most of the times, life isn’t what you plan. 

I’m trying to make the best that I can… finding balance in these seasons-of-life to grow and evolve. X

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

― Billy Collins, On Turning Ten