It has been said, that
Fate determines who walks into your life,
But it is the beating heart
That decides who stays –
Long after they have walked away.
Wish them well as they go it alone,
For your journey will now
Be lighter –
Their burdens have been transferred to another.
Wisdom is not measured in the telling of tall tales,
Nor in the vast consumption of tolerance and understanding.
Tolerate what you must,
Then embrace the delight of letting go
Of what is unimportant,
Draining your emotional resources
That have misplaced their own is exhausting.
When battling with the idle melancholy,
Allow the shallow, meaningless words to rush through one ear
And out of the other,
For no words can hurt you any longer.
Allow it not a moment to settle
Upon the walls and floors
Sanctuary of your own fortress.
Crave not for the pity
That some spend a lifetime searching for,
For no spirit ever grew strong from pity.
The spirit is never stronger than when content
For the chase to find perfection
Is a fruitless one.
Yet surrounded by the
Powers that be.
And treacherous whispers will
As when you learned the value of
Watching them walk away.