Things break all the time.
Glass, and dishes, and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever.
Promises break.
Hearts break.
Fault lines; these are the places where the earth breaks apart. These are the spots where earthquakes originate, where volcanoes are born. Or in other words: the world is crumbling under us; it's the solid ground beneath our feet that's an illusion.
- Jodi Picoult with her novel Handle with care
I do feel like the world is an illusion. Reality gets lost somewhere along the way.. somewhere along this journey which is our lives.
I heard once that we choose our lives. Like little angels in the sky, we look down on Earth and all it's people, the families, waiting for our turn to rebirth into one of them one day. I also believe in reincarnation, in 'old souls'.
You know how you meet these people in life, the ones that shine from within, that you can just tell is fucking amazing.
These people that, without necessarily being marginal in appearance, just seem to stick out from a croud like a sore thumb.
These people, who always just say or do things that linger in your mind and make you think, questioning yourself, putting things in a new perspective. These people who have a surprising amount of baggage of life experience at young ages, a ridiculous amount of experience and wisdom. Every time you catch wind of them or run into them, they're a couple chapters further in the story, and you wonder how anybody can possibly grow so much in such little time. These people who's eyes you get lost in.. These people, are the old souls, sentient beings of love and light.. The messengers, the ones who are here to guide us along the way, passing on every morcel of information gathered or tools to help the rest evolve as well.
I think of this when I read articles or watch the news, and wonder why some people chose to live such horrible things (If we choose our lives).. but then I realise, there are certain things we do to challenge ourselves in order to make ourselves better.
Every day, I try to be a better person than I was the day before. There are days, though, where I wonder if I even exist at all.
Where I can almost hear the seams of reality unraveling, the sound of my own blood running through the course of my veins like a river making its way to the ocean.. and I'm just another drop of water in the sea.
