The many phases of my heart.

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Maybe if I’d have listened to my mom all those years back, I could have been a professional Artist or illustrator by now….

But then my stubborn mind chose a different path….

And I’m still defining what I am…with the glorious pixie dust heart.
Seems like I did use some to charm my dear life, and see ! it’s not too late to claim to be what I am inside.

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Our heart goes through a hell lot as we grow up, sometimes the circumstances be unbearable and over whelming. And sometimes in this roller coaster ride called life you have some thrilling happy sappy moments.

The journey from teens to youth to adulthood is quite a gypsy ride. Lot of things get tossed aside, denials, temptations, lifestyle changes, socio-psycho environment changes and so on.

All you want at this phase of growing up is attention -in a positive way , to be tagged as hot or coolest or smartest or to be the favorite with the most sassiness or to be the slayer.

Your heart soars with the number of likes and comments increasing on your social media accounts, and there ….. just there.. another door to self glorification also in other words known as evil pride and ego is opened and unknowingly worshiped.

Fitting in – often makes us lose our most authentic self.

We tend to forget what we are, who we are in our most raw form and start believing in the fake facades we put up to fit in perfectly with the weird world.

And the downside of all this is that, when we face a setback or a failure , we are so disoriented as to what is real and what is not, because even the false is made to appear real. We do this to us. and then , the time we take to realize and get ourselves together , accept the true value of our bare true self without the many masks we had donned,

that process of acceptance is painful, and torturous but also freeing.

Even broken with a million pieces, we are still together, and each piece has our soul in it.

I have come to a realisation that, it is no point trying to fix a broken heart that tears apart on every disappoinment and betrayal. What actually matters is the maturity one gains in the process, where you know that you are at peace with youself even with the broken pieces- I’d love to refer as pixie dust.

{Pixie dust means A substance or influence with an apparently magical effect that brings great success or luck.)

We have magic within. This magic is Hope. All we need is to hold on to our Hope and have a leap of faith and trust the timing of your life. Because God will never let you down.

Good things are happening. All around you. for you. See the positive in the negative.

Change your perspective.

And start believing unless you want me to prove to you by sprinkling my pixie dust on you and having you under my spell.

And hey before I take my leave, “Don’t you forget to sprinkle some love on yourself, each day. Self love is how you can harbor kindness and let it grow within. Told ya! pixie dust comes handy . See ? from love to kindness to goodness and what not. Smile now.”

Much Love and Blessings,

L E A N D R A.

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3 thoughts on “The many phases of my heart.”

  1. I totally agree, one need to have a positive atmosphere and good things will happen.😊
    Bad things do happen in life ,but it teaches how to deal with it…So just have to accept life and move on…. Everything is gonna get fine at the end.

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