Listen "Letting Go (because I’m alive)"
Episode Synopsis
One of the incredible things which are little talked about, but one which I notice ever so often around me, is how the loss of love often frees a person in magical ways.
I tell myself - it can’t be love if it’s absence gives the feeling of liberation. But I also know how life’s bounty comes in contrarian ways. There is life within love, but there could well be revelry beyond.
I know of at least two ladies, who have had solid and steady and happy married lives, but after the demise of their respective husbands, have rediscovered life in a million ways - the freedom to travel as they wished, of going out when they wanted, of dressing up as they wished. It was almost as if we were seeing a different persona emerging from a cocoon we did not even know existed.
The end of the world is never nigh. However deep the depths of our sorrow. It’s the simple truth of living. Nothing destroys us if we don’t allow it to - in fact within the seeds of the worst resides the incandescence of the best.
Because that is what life demands of us, to discover or (as in this case) rediscover the basic premise of living - to be both wild and wise.
Wisdom allows us to bear, forbear, adjust to, compromise with, until something breaks loose. And that could be with or without the person you love. If we are open to possibilities, there is nothing which will stop us from the rediscovery of the gorgeous in the mundane, of the magnificent beyond the obvious.
I hold on to love with my dear life, but I keep knocking out the walls of what’s routine, the dreary, the drab, to ensure that in this one life of mine, I do not lose out on seeing the sunrise when it needs to be seen just because someone wants me to sleep late - not just one day, but day after day.
If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the transience of of love -
The Things We Become When We Leave
Loneliness (oh these rains)
I Will Leave The Last Line For You To Fill
Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.
Get in touch with me on [email protected]
Subscribe to my incandescent and poetic newsletter The Uncuts here - https://theuncuts.substack.com.
The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -
Music: Garten Eden by Sascha Ende
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/477-garten-eden
Licensed under
CC BY 4.0: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
Music: Mystical Autumn by MusicLFiles
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/9755-mystical-autumn
Licensed under CC BY 4.0: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
I tell myself - it can’t be love if it’s absence gives the feeling of liberation. But I also know how life’s bounty comes in contrarian ways. There is life within love, but there could well be revelry beyond.
I know of at least two ladies, who have had solid and steady and happy married lives, but after the demise of their respective husbands, have rediscovered life in a million ways - the freedom to travel as they wished, of going out when they wanted, of dressing up as they wished. It was almost as if we were seeing a different persona emerging from a cocoon we did not even know existed.
The end of the world is never nigh. However deep the depths of our sorrow. It’s the simple truth of living. Nothing destroys us if we don’t allow it to - in fact within the seeds of the worst resides the incandescence of the best.
Because that is what life demands of us, to discover or (as in this case) rediscover the basic premise of living - to be both wild and wise.
Wisdom allows us to bear, forbear, adjust to, compromise with, until something breaks loose. And that could be with or without the person you love. If we are open to possibilities, there is nothing which will stop us from the rediscovery of the gorgeous in the mundane, of the magnificent beyond the obvious.
I hold on to love with my dear life, but I keep knocking out the walls of what’s routine, the dreary, the drab, to ensure that in this one life of mine, I do not lose out on seeing the sunrise when it needs to be seen just because someone wants me to sleep late - not just one day, but day after day.
If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the transience of of love -
The Things We Become When We Leave
Loneliness (oh these rains)
I Will Leave The Last Line For You To Fill
Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup.
Get in touch with me on [email protected]
Subscribe to my incandescent and poetic newsletter The Uncuts here - https://theuncuts.substack.com.
The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -
Music: Garten Eden by Sascha Ende
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/477-garten-eden
Licensed under
CC BY 4.0: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
Music: Mystical Autumn by MusicLFiles
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/9755-mystical-autumn
Licensed under CC BY 4.0: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
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