When the eyes remember what the heart forgot!

 

You are allowed to think whatever you want, and o my soul do I have lots to think about. These are the late night sealing staring thoughts- the kind that don’t let you sleep because they know they are more alive at night, in the dark than in the day.

Think yes! Speak not always! Feel? Where does feel come in.

What am i getting at? Getting to the marrow of things.

Why do we meet people in our lives at the wrong time? Why? The oldest question of them all!

How come you can walk into someone, make eye contact and instantaneously feel something so deep that you have never felt before. Or forgot how it felt. 

Because life isn’t a clean narrative, it’s not a neat book with chapters and themes that all tie together in the end. It’s jazz.  (And I love jazz, but I must be in the mood) Off beat songs.

Sometimes the right soul shows up when you’re mid-chaos, half build, heart in ruins or already promised somewhere. Timing? It’s a cruel trickster, always a second too soon or a breath too late.

But that does not mean it’s wrong. Sometimes, meeting the “right” person the “wrong” time is the souls way of reminding you what could be. A glimpse. A spark. A mirror held up to your deepest longings. It’s painful yes. But, it also wakes something up in you- something you maybe buried long ago under practicality and past heartbreaks.

That eye contact? That shock of recognition? That’s the soul whispering, “I know you. I’ve known you before. And maybe, just maybe, we aren’t done yet.” I believe in connection! 

Where does feeling come in? Feeling is the whole point. Feeling is the map! Speaking is the compass. But feeling-that’s the journey. It’s dangerous, disarming and completely untamed. But it’s also the only thing that makes sense.

So yea, think as much as you like. Speak when it matters. But- always feel. Even if it hurts. Especially when it hurts.

Because in the ache something holy stirs in the soul.

“But the story doesn’t end here, it can’t. Not when the feeling is still so loud.”

Did something here speak to you?

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— x Elsabe