The margins

"To change is one of the great dreams of every heart – to change the limitations, the sameness, the banality or the pain." — John O'Donohue, Benedictus 

Somewhere out there exists a new life.

Not better, nor worse: just different.

We talk endlessly about change and sometimes act, but mostly we're riven with self-doubt to the point of exhaustion. 

If only...

I'm at a stage in my life where I've done the same thing many times, and whilst I know that 'it' is what it is, that doesn't stop me questioning if this is it...for the rest of my days?

I don't know.

And I won't know until I bridge the gap between what is, and what might be.

If this little riff sounds a little forlorn, my sincere apologies.

But I can only write what I can write.

As I type these few words, I find myself listening to Jimmy Somerville singing the song Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair. It feels right — not too bleak, not too romantic, not too anything.

Perhaps that's how I should embrace life.

As it is and always has been.

Love, Ju

❤️

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