Love the simplicity of past

Escaping to places of intention, solitude, and refreshment are more times then I should think, meet with the reality of brokenness and sorrow. Believing that in order to change the world, first a change had to take place within me and realizing as of late, that a change in me doesn’t mean the world automatically changes. Joy and sorrow are all too common words. Memories of the past hold musing attributes to them. Whether it was spending your last dollar on flowers for a girl you had hoped to impress only to realize she was out with another guy, or moving across the country for someone you know all to well. Memories hold the simplicity of the time, place and love on a high and lofty throne, where all complexity is stripped of its grasp, releasing the memory to occupy the seat of beauty. Yet, if you believe that to be true, you will also understand that as quickly as memories come from the depths of our souls they disappear in the midst of our sorrow, surrounded by hope of growing into full maturity. Maturity is achieved by way of life experience. Sure there are those select few who learn by observing and applying, but those of us who learn best from our mistakes take heart. If we are lucky enough to escape to the place of intention, solitude and refreshment, we realize that in deconstruction resides life; where commonplace exist, love and despair of thought offer hope through our brokenness; believing that if the world should change one day, it will be because God begun to change us this very moment.