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Collision of Your Presence


 Absence Makes the Heart Grow Colder... 
shading the pain to feel the warmth is what takes strength. 

The foundation of building a relationship is presence and consistency.  Absenteeism of structure, love, trust, & dependency creates a heart of cold thoughts struggling to connect to the soul foundation of being able to love and accept love. 

Absence of safety in a child creates a distrust for growth, I don't see it making the heart fonder, but maybe the soul stronger... Does a child want to be strong or comforted? 

We celebrate strength but too much strength in the absence of the soul's necessities creates frigid conditions for the warmth of love. 

Absence of parenthood in a young adult, absence of support and mentorship, absence of relationship building will scare the heart and make the individual less fonder of finding trust. Happiness will mean fear, and relationship building will crumble. 

Absence makes the heart grow fonder of distrust and limited understanding... Is it fair to the presence of who's there and present of where you are today...? 

Absence of negativity will make you fonder of yourself and rebuild your values that were jeopardized in the days of survival. 

Absence of abuse will rebuild your worth, and your understanding of you.

Rebuilding comes with weather conditions of daily thoughts, hurricanes of hurt that resurface, tornadoes of trauma, and tsunamis of sleeplessness, but remind yourself to be absent from the situation so the coldness can get warm. 

Emotional absence is coldness, your heart gets numb, work on getting fonder of feeling and being present. 

Sometimes its easier to close your eyes to your soul and pretend to be cold, but the burning beneath will always let you know the absences in your past will make you yearn for peace in the present. 

Does your yearning drive you to see what you thought was absent? 

You were there for you the entire time, you didn't give up, you talked yourself out of it... You want to survive and absence of yourself seemed inward but the warmth of your wanting out caused your presence to be present. 

You are worthy of happiness
You are worthy of peace
You are worthy of love
You are worthy of financial breakthrough
You are worthy of your vision that was absent in the past 
Your present is here
Take it! Today! Take the choice to rejoice that you came this far even if you can't see further you are not absent. 

Forgive yourself and see who you can be, the absence of you allowed you to alter but you never fell. You can be warm, you can be sweet, you can be in need... 

Absence makes the heart scared...


But, when you conquer your fear the absence made life fonder to proceed. 

Are you insane? NO. You are in hope ... hold on to the hope of change say it see it believe it. It's dark where it's cold let your inner soul be the light and warm your heart to hope. 

I want someone to care and understand, be your someone, please its the difference between your heart and soul. No one can be your everything and fill you up before you chip away the ice and warm your want for the fonder moments that has been absent. 

Please don't give up. Please see your worth. Please let your tears fall ... the ice is melting and your making room for the warmth... It's ok. You're ok, the worst has happened and you survived, you are not insane to think you deserve more. 

Absence makes the heart fonder of survival and survival doesn't have to be cold. It's harder to have hope than it is to be mad. Find your hope, sit in silence and feel don't numb feel the growth and the warmth of hope. 

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