Mumba had lost her cubs. The last one was killed last night when the Lions who had taken over the pride had successfully marked their territory. She fought hard but failed. They were stronger and she was outnumbered…
The next day, she had to be strong. With all of the heaviness, she went for her hunt still.
I often wonder how the earth keeps moving when my heart feels out of itself. How the sun doesn’t fail to shine even when I just need a second, just one second to find my bearing, to stand again, to breathe easy again…
Tunk grew up on the farm with all his brothers. They were all in the nurseries near the river bank. They decorated the farmer’s little garden and they did it quite well. They were later transplanted together. What a beautiful tall one he was becoming. Then the fire came from nowhere and took down his entire family and Tunk was left there to dry.
Radical acceptance; to accept a thing you can’t control. The famous ‘moving on’ everyone talks about. The dilemma usually is letting go of a future that was so bright, so beautiful. A future that could have possibly been. All the dreams and plans. Everything, everything. To turn away like it never happened.
Robin was very pregnant the day she lost her job. It was the same day she made a resolve to do and be better. That day, she was asked to take a bow from a place she had given years of herself. Years of hard work.
I believe life will be somewhat bland without its challenges. Without the bends and hiccups here and there. The heartbreak, the loss, the awkward situations and the turbulence. The interesting part is not knowing what a particular door has behind it. However, sometimes we may not like the kind of ride we are thrown into.
So, I am coming to accept that I can be the juiciest peach in the bowl but there’ll still be someone who doesn’t particularly like them and that is okay. I have come to accept that sometimes things don’t work out the way I draw them up. I have come to accept that the sky may be blue today and then grey tomorrow.
I have come to accept that you win some and you lose some. I have come to accept that I can’t be in control all the time. I have come to accept that if it was meant to be it will. I have come to accept my feelings but not lean on them. I have come to accept that the sun will come out tomorrow.
In the very end, I have come to accept many more things, mostly because I can’t control them but also because I don’t understand them and maybe, just maybe that’s okay too.
Maybe I don’t know, maybe I don’t know but
maybe that’s okay.
–Jon Bellion
Side note; I wrote this piece listening to various tracks but one that I am particular about is the album; Feelings by Chandler Moore. You should totally listen. My best girl did me a solid by letting me in on that goodness. She has a space too check her out. I promise you won’t be sorry.
In other to end this without being weird, xoxo….
