Ngala-Najla

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The Heart of the Matter

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At the end of the day we must accept that we all are just trying to do our best with the tools that we are given and the lessons learned.

I think I have come to the realization that in this life there will be relationships that stand the test of time regardless of what transpires, and then there will be relationships that last for bouts of time no matter how hard you or the other person try to maintain it.

For the past couple of days I have been working on accepting the reality of relationships that have ended either, voluntarily, or not…or maybe a little of both. Last night I mourned, openly, the passing of significant friendships that are no more. There are some that I have realize are better for me not to be a part of, and then there are others in which others have come to that conclusion. At end of the day it comes down to forgiveness and letting go…

Without need for long discussions or the need to amplify my own growth, I acknowledge the end of what was and embrace the beginning or the continuation of what is.

Wrote this while listening to “The Heart of the Matter” by Indie Arie

Author: ngalanjala

I Have Learned So much from God That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself With me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul. Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely It has turned to ash And freed Me Of every concept and image My mind has ever known. ~ Hafiz ~

2 thoughts on “The Heart of the Matter

  1. Over the years I have come to believe that the friendships that fade with time have a value that is unique and powerful unto themselves. In my experience, they serve as guide posts that have illuminated the shifts that accompany growth and change. I cherish them and honor the time we knew and grew together and then apart.
    The gusts of wind that pick each of us up and help us along our way are just that. A gift of growth and movement… to each his own… 🙂

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