/ˈsəbstəns/
noun: substance; plural noun: substances
the essential nature underlying phenomena, which is subject to changes and accidents.

It has been quite a long time since I have written anything of substance. 

Something has been telling me to write more.  I have avoided reminiscing directly about my life as of recent simply because I have been something of a wreck for the past few months.  I have been experiencing what is known as a ‘breakdown’ and have subsequently been rearranging my life and all of its pieces, old and new, current and past.  Regardless of the fact that although some of us are prophetic, when we try too much to manipulate or otherwise control the future, it has a habit of backfiring on us in the worst possible way.  It has occurred to me somewhere along the line that not every secret will be divulged in this life time, that some things are destined to remain a mystery, and that some things are better left in this way however frustrating it may feel to us now in our feeble little human suits.  That is the beauty of being human; the gift of strangeness.  I suppose then if I have learned anything at all in my long and short time here, the most beneficial thing to know how to do is to know when to say goodbye forever or for now, to know in our hearts when to move on, to know in our minds when to say yes.   To be unafraid of facing the loneliness, because it is within this loneliness that you will discover who you truly are.  Embrace it.  The being under the skin: the essential, absolute matter; however imperfect and volatile it may be in its metamorphic state.  It is you.  

So feel everything; experience it all, whatever may be willed your way.  The perfection and the revulsion, the beauty and the horror, the light and the dark.  Allow yourself to embrace everything, because it is all for a reason.  

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