From the depth of space and time, there are a many of valuable lessons.

One, a solitude belief in particular, that I have come to terms with carries strong in dark corners of my mind.

It’s quite simple in language–yet requires consistency in actualization.

“I do not have to share my thoughts.”

Feelings, sentiments, beliefs, interpretations, viewpoints, rhetoric, language, inferences, hypothesis, conclusion, feedback, regard. And whatever else.

They belong to me.

The charge to keep is stewarding and guarding them. Sometimes embracing them. Other times acknowledging them, like ‘em or not, and progressing accordingly. One foot in front of the other. Because they are mine.

A step a head is the reminder – not to share my thoughts.

In the absence of trust or presence of proven character, my behavior matches they energy that reminded me that they are my thoughts.

Guarded. Protected.

Surrounded by an impenetrable barrier to avoid the probability of intent meeting finesse.

Two steps ahead is placing that foot in from of the other.

Before I know it. I’ve walked a mile with my thoughts.

Protected. Sacred.

Lived out and seeing what I thought should be and knew would.

Yep. They are my thoughts.

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