MC's Whispers

Whispering Silences

The rusty boat

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©Georgia Koch

It was left stranded by the lake. A wooden boat, which once hosted their dreams of a life together. It had been the seat of their soft embraces, their loud laughs and their endless conversations. Now all that was left was a reminder of what could have once been.

Constantine could not bear to let it go. He knew it was worse having it there, a daily reminder of her, knowing she would never return. But he simply could not part with it. He preferred the pain of remembrance than forgetting that he once had touched upon his heart’s desire.

 

Also part of Friday Fictioneers

Crash landing

http://media.gettyimages.com/videos/dark-clouds-silhouetted-by-orange-sunset-grenadines-available-in-hd-video-id1B65074_0063?s=640x640Can you see it? That black cloud rapidly approaching. The one you think will bring a shower of rain and will quickly pass. Do you see it? Do you see it turning into a dark blanket covering the valley? It’s the one that won’t go away as quickly as you believe. The one that will stay for days, pouring down and affecting every atom of your being. It’s the same one that will make you feel as if you’ve crash-landed face down after a prolonged period of flying high.

Such clouds usually mark the day after you return from a holiday. When you’ve had the chance to relax, to forget about everything for a while, to turn off phones and social media and just…be. To try and appreciate the nature surrounding us, and connect with people you may hardly see during your hectic daily routine. But just as you’ve grown into this new, calmer and more tranquil, habit, suddenly you have to return to reality.

And that’s when the clouds come along too.

But they become darker once you realise that your expectations of your return are nothing at all like what you actually encounter.

Because life is sometimes too complicated for our own good. It’s filled with questions that will never be answered. With “whys” whose explanation will come when it no longer matters. With dilemmas of whether it is better to have something or not, to painfully know or live in naïve ignorance. They are things we simply can’t control but are forced to deal with and move on.

And that is when the post-holiday blues settle in. It’s when you don’t feel like doing anything. When you master procrastination and postponement taking them to other levels. When you’re overcome with a desire to flee again, because you feel suffocated to have returned so abruptly.

You know that you need to wait out the storm. Because it will all pass. You just need to be patient and show the strength you hide inside of you. We are all much stronger than we know. It usually takes a few dark clouds to make us see that.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Complicated

 

Closing for holiday

https://ronetlcnaptown.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/closed-for-dr-king-day-sign-yellow.jpgIt’s that time of year when you walk around and see “closed” signs all over. With the sun burning and the sea seducing you towards it, even the last remnants in the city are scouring for opportunities to escape, even if just for a few days, maybe even hours.

August has its best and worst moments. The worst is knowing you are among the last of those stuck working in a stifling hot city, having to tolerate all those lavishly flaunting their holidays all over social networks.

The best is that at some point during the month, you too will be found on that other side. Lying on a beach somewhere, with the only stress you have being that you don’t actually have anything to worry about. At least not for those moments.

This is also the best month to do pretty much anything you want – to fall in love, to travel, to pick up a new hobby. Because everything seems so refreshing and light. It’s the month when you regenerate yourself. When you reconsider your life options. When you take time off to relax and review everything in a different perspective. That is when you realise where you stand and where you want to go. When you stop and think about it.

And perhaps that is the best thing with this month. That it gives you the chance to take a break and detox yourself from everything so that when you return you’ll be stronger, more determined and more optimistic that better things lie ahead.

Wanting more

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‘Oh for heaven’s sake, you’re a cow. Just eat grass and be happy.’

There is a problem with constantly wanting more. It’s that insatiable taste that nothing is ever enough.  You will never feel complete, not even when you are, in fact, satisfied with what you have. Because unconsciously, you won’t be content. With anything. And that is the problem.

The subsequent negative impact of this ‘voraciousness’ is that you won’t be pleased with anything. Or anyone. It will just seem that nothing is good enough. And you’ll be constantly seeking that something else, ignoring all the good that is right in front of you. It will slowly drive you insane, because even if you do find something wonderful, you’ll be picking at it, in an effort to reveal what is wrong with it and hence, why it is simply “not enough”.

You’ll then become all the more emotional, reacting to almost everything you hear and/or is said to you. But if you allow words to control you so easily, you will also allow others to control you through them. Your true strength is demonstrated through your ability to exercise restraint. To sit back, relax, and allow things to happen. To observe things with logic, and simply let some be. Some things happen for a reason, but we don’t need to constantly go looking for it. When the time is right, it will reveal itself to us.

For the moment, all you need to do is breathe, take a look around at all the wonders that surround you and be grateful for all the things and people you have in your life. Some would literally give up their world to enjoy your life. So stop creating problems where there are none, and just….live!

 

“The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by wanting more”

Boardwalk to happiness

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© Adam Ickes

Grandpa once told me that whatever road you take, make sure it makes you happy. He was quick to add that it would never be long if it led to the person and place you loved.”

Grace’s eyes filled with tears as she recalled the memory.

It’s only now that I realise what he meant,” she said stifling a sob.  “I’m not sad. Really. I’m actually happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve said that”.

She stared at the wooden boardwalk and her eyes lit up. Mike was waiting for her at the red-roofed pavilion on the other end.

 

Also part of Friday Fictioneers

Handing over the reins (4 whispering years later)

red sunsetThere is that moment when the day hands over the reins to the night. It is that moment when the sky is illuminated with shades of colour you wouldn’t otherwise see. And it is at that very moment that you understand that whatever is going on in your head causing extreme worry is in fact futile. Because all that really matters is that very moment. That “now” that you so often forget to live.

Sometimes to truly relax, you need to hand over the reins. To stop being so obsessively concerned with everything, over-analyzing and searching for meaning in things that just happen. Sometimes you just need to breathe and go with the flow. You’d be surprised at how many things fall into place when you stop trying so hard. And you’ll be amazed at the people who change your life for the better even when you paid no attention to them at first.

We all need that luxury of doing nothing and embracing those moments as they come. It is refreshing to say the least. And it adds an extra beat to your heart.

 

P.S. Four years ago, on 7 August, I started this blog and I’m glad to say that I’ve seen myself grow alongside and through it. Because you need a friend and a confidante in every moment of life. So, to you also: Thank you for reading and supporting me! The best is yet to come!

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Luxury

 

That morning chime

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-xUOWikPkE/U-1H94SMqtI/AAAAAAAAFUI/S4hatweMUvA/s1600/1011121_595395180537127_2018289007_n.jpgThe first day they met she had been woken up by the sweetest chime she had heard. And just outside her window, sat a blue-necked sparrow, as if waiting for her to lift her hand so it could chirp its way right on to it.

She was a farm girl and proud of it. She found comfort among her four-legged farm-mates and was extremely content with simply roaming across the fields, either on horseback, in the mini-truck, or on foot. There was always one animal or other running alongside her and she felt that they could completely understand what she was saying or even feeling. She had yet to feel that with a human.

Until that very day.

It is strange how life throws things at you, just when you’re ready to accept them. Even if you don’t realise that at the time. Because that very morning, she thought nothing of the sparrow’s visit. It was only after weeks, that her mind recalled the symbolism.

That morning she rushed to catch the train to the nearby city. She was tasked with obtaining supplies ahead of the long weekend. Her stalling to admire the little bird, however, meant she lost the early train, which she was supposed to have travelled with. So she took the next one.

He was on that one.

He sat opposite her, mesmerized by the innocence radiating from her eyes.

But she paid no attention. She was still thinking of the sparrow, while staring out of the window at the morning dew.

He coughed, dropped his phone by accident and they bumped heads as they both moved to pick it up. That was all it took to get her talking. Her laughter resounded in his ears for days later. And she was enthralled by how alike they were. He was the son of the neighbouring landowner. They had the second largest estate in the town and she found paradise in his property and in his heart.

The sparrow never returned. At least not until today.

It had played its role. Now it was their turn to keep things moving. A little effort is all it really takes.

Let life happen

Sometimes you just need to relaxSometimes you don’t need words to feel something profoundly. All you need is a smile that shines from the heart. A look that makes your eyes glimmer with happiness. And a deep hug that embraces inside of it everything you need to say.

Because sometimes, words are just not enough…

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Profound

All the difference

https://www.daysoftheyear.com/wp-content/images/romance-awareness-month-e1430661391688-804x382.jpgIt is something we often neglect or not pay enough attention to. The very simple fact that it is those small things that make the greatest difference. From the way you dress, to the way you wear your hair, to the accessories you choose to adorn you.

It is the way someone looks at you. The gestures they make when they talk to you. The words they use to express themselves; even the spelling mistakes they write. The force they exert when they shake or hold your hand. The aura they emit when they’re around you.

It is the glow of their smile when they look at you. The way they show you they care and make you feel special. The way they make you forget everything else and everyone around you.

It sometimes makes all the difference in the world.

It is the borderline between not wanting the moment to end, and wishing something would happen so you could get up and leave.

It is those little things, which we so often take for granted, that hold in their very essence the future of entire relationships.

Date of maturation

http://www.robertotoole.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Alaska_Eagles_DS7_1547_N.jpgA person very dear to me recently told me how wonderfully I’ve matured over the past few years. I don’t like the feeling of growing older, to be honest. But I do enjoy the experiences and the adventures of a time well-spent and a life enjoyed to the fullest. And knowing that all that brings out the best in you, is a feeling like no other.

Because in reality, maturity is not something that comes with age. Far from it. It is, as time passes, however, that you become more aware of the world around you. Of how everything works, the unwritten rules, the human relationships, the fragments of society and all the things no-one talks about.

You mature through the life lessons you learn. Through the times you fall down and get hurt, and the corresponding more that you get up and continue. Through all those instances you survive, no matter how hard it seemed at the time.

You grow up not when you reach a certain age. But when you become independent enough to be able to cope on your own. To be capable of facing crises without panicking, freezing and needing to call for help.  It happens when you develop the necessary attitude to face the world.

Maturity, it is said, is not when we start speaking big things…it is when we start understanding small things.  It’s learning which battles are worth fighting, and realizing that many things don’t require your comment.  It’s feeling content with simply knowing you’re right about something, without needing to prove someone else wrong. And it’s in feeling well and sure about yourself despite everything else.

Like another dear friend pointed out, Shakespeare was right about one thing we should all stick to above all: “to thine own self be true”. Always. Knowing that this is what matters more than what other people think, is evidence enough that you have reached that other level.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Crisis

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