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The Distribution Of Pain

No one tells you that when you forgive the person who hurt you, you have to take a moment afterwards, to forgive yourself, for letting yourself get hurt again.

The Despair Left Behind

Give yourself the space to be sad.

Give yourself the chance to grieve.

Descend safely, and let go of all that you don't need.

Feel only what you need to feel.

This doesn't need to hurt more than it already does.

North American Tour 2018

We're still putting the tour together so - leave the name of your city in the comments and if there's enough interest, I'll see you there.

Thank you for your time and thank you for reading.

Love,

Me

The River Of Souls

You sleep on a river, made of everyone you’ve ever been, who carried you to where you are.

Every movement up until this point by every one of your ancestors brought you here.

You are a flame alive for a moment.

A frame in something so much bigger that stretches from the first second to the last.

You are a walking miracle and every movement is as pure and incredible as the birth of a new star,  or the death of an old one. Like a god. You float through time from flower to flower, unaware that you are magical beyond everything, in everything you do.

Look at you. Only here. For now.

And in every life, we stand across from each other.
And I always tell you this.
And in every life, I must remind you.

Because you forget just how incredible you are.

The You The World Waits For

If you are not authentically you, the real, original you, you will attract people who are not authentically themselves.

You will attract and become attracted to things which aren’t real, which don’t matter.

You will become frustrated and angry at small, petty things in your life and you will not understand why.

You will feel like the universe is not respecting your space, like it’s bumping into you, constantly. Shoving you.

This is because it’s trying to get you to notice who you are.

This is because it’s trying to say, “Hey! I know you! You are so much more than this!”

And if you make that choice, to be who you really are, you will discover the real, original you, has been waiting for you.

You will discover that you have always been worth your own love and respect.

 You will discover you have always been worth, being you.

The Time-lapse Of Your Soul

I know right now it seems like you'll never forget, because this hurts, but one day you will.

So I want you to tie some string around your finger, because I want you to remember something.

I want you to remember that none of this beat you.

I want you to remember that you were stronger than all of it.

And this didn't kill you.

You killed this.

The Poison Story

Here is a poisonous story you can tell a child:

"The ground you were born on makes you better than anyone else. The ground you were born is so special, it must be defended at all costs. We must celebrate it with songs, and multicoloured strips of cloth that we can tie to poles. The ground you're born is special because of you, and you are special because of it."

The Sadness Of Comedy

Anyone looking onto the stage where we lived out our lives would've called us a tragedy, because we had good intentions. But we don't suffer the consequences of our good intentions. We suffer the consequences of our actions.

Merry Christmas and I hope that you find whatever it is t...

Merry Christmas and I hope that you find whatever it is that you’re looking for, and I hope you find something new to look for after that, and I hope some part of you is always looking and that you discover that searching is something beautiful we all do.

A Letter Before We're Gone

I know this is a bittersweet time of year for you because you remember too much.

You remember too many Christmases for someone so young.

There are lights on the tree and there’s water in your eyes, even though the soft glow of everything through a window as you drive past makes you happy. It’s a happy kind of sad, it’s a sad kind of happy. Are you happy now?

How long do we have? Not long. Who do we have? Only so many. Maybe less. But it is enough, and they are enough.

I hope you find your heart under a tree somewhere, wrapped in beautiful paper and tied with a bow. I hope you forgive the people you hate and that you find some kind of peace in someone else, even if it’s just for a few days before we all return to the business of forgetting our lives as we live them.

Your heart is enough.

Don’t get me wrong, good things happen, more than you might expect, or more than you might ever dream, but bad things happen too, and you’ve got to appreciate all the moments between those two points because that’s life too, and it keeps on happening no matter what you do, until it doesn’t and then all that’s left is what you made and who you loved.

Your life is enough.

If I’ve learned anything this year, it’s what I’ve said before: Listen to the kindest voice in your head. It’s the highest form of yourself. The best you is the kindest you, to yourself and to others.

It’s sharp and rough out there, the only way you beat it is by keeping it soft and gentle in your heart. 

Being kind is enough. Love is enough.

 Thank you for every ounce of kindness you’ve shown my new book. It means a lot to me. Thank you for telling your friends about it. Thank you for all that you are. You are beautiful and loved by the universe that made you.

You are more than enough.

My best,

Iain