In seasons change, we witness the leaves shed, the snow blanket the earth, the rain wash the world, and the sun kiss everything it touches. A cycle of change and growth. Old and new.
Never forget that just how the seasons change, so do you.
And what magic that is, to grow from what once was, to what now is.
You are not broken. You are becoming.
I once told myself that being comforted by chaos was the weighted blanket that I, myself, deserved.
It was the comfort that I grew up around and became accustomed to.
Peace is understanding but not for those who understand chaos.
#keepgoing&growing
About the Creator
Lorelai Faye
I am just a person who is trying to make sense of where I fit in the world, to understand how to come to terms with my life, and find a way to have my voice heard without disrupting every single faction of life at the same time.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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