ARCHITECTS OF HEAVEN
What I meant to say when I told you that you’re giving yourself the same ending to your story was this:
Give yourself permission to love fearlessly. And fiercely. You are the only one responsible for what happens when you approach the edge of a cliff. You know the cliffs I'm talking about- the ones where you aren't quite sure whether it will be the dive, or the failure to leap, that will kill you first. Remember that you can't change whether or not the cliff exists, only what you do when you approach it.
I'm beginning to learn, you see, that the expedition to find the greatest love demands the following from those who seek: infinite risk, suffocating fear, swift action, and an immovable, unshakable certainty that begs the question, "How can it be anything BUT this?” Because this, THIS, is where the stories of heroes and magic are made.
Do you want a love that is easy? Convenient? A package wrapped so neatly and perfectly that you'd rather keep it unopened than enjoy what’s inside? Are you so crippled with fear that you'd rather leave the contents undisturbed because of all that it will require of you in taking the time to open it? Or do you want a love where the process of opening it alone is a memory so breathtaking, you'll revisit it the rest of your life because its magic lingers that long?
And what are we, if not bold? If not authors and artists? If not the inheritors of the greatest lives ever to be lived?
We must stop being the greatest saboteurs of ourselves, spending days adorning our walls with the relics of hell. Because, we my dear, are the architects of heaven. So from here on out, let this say to every other time before: that things are different now; that we attract the love we are ready for.
And we are ready.
Originally written to TBR on January 16, 2015
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