Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

The world becomes better when good people like you look at themselves and decide what kind of life they want to live, and what they’re willing to do to make it that way.

It takes time. But time is all it takes. Not your heart. Not your life. Just time.

There is only one real sin in the end, and that is not being who you are, not listening to your soul, and forgetting who you wanted to be.

So do not ask for an easy life, with nothing to do. An easy life is not a good life.

Maybe, in the story of your life, someone has written: You cannot say why you loved them. Only that you did. Only that you don’t anymore.

You love again. Recycle your heart. Someone out there needs it. —Remember this.

There is a special kind of sadness that can only be found in the confusion between who you think you are and who you think other people want you to be.§

It’s only the idea that everyone else KNOWS who they are that’s causing you pain. But no one knows who they really are.

“I know who I am. I am the one that looks for me. And every single day, I find me again. I find myself in the things I do and the things I notice. I find myself in crowds and in solitude. I find myself in quiet moments and at the top of tall mountains. I find myself in the tips of waves, in forests, and in the books I read. I find myself in leaves and rain and old photos. Every single day, I find me again.”

Living the life you want, after you live the life you have, doesn’t actually work.

But I will throw everything that hurts to the ground and leave it where it lies. But I will carry on, despite the world. But I will become what I needed.

And in the quietest moments of the world, I can say that I love me. I owe myself the best of me. And no one can take that away.

Because everything I feel is real. And I belong to the goodness, kindness, and love that moves me. I do the hard work of protecting my heart, from the people who would hurt it.