I know I can have the dream I want. I know my heart’s joy, in a dream awakened. I know the consequence of betraying my soul, in a dream smothered. I know clutter flares into chaos. I know chaos burns my dreams.
I know, the roadblock to dreams is clutter. But – clutter is my addiction.
I will not de-clutter. I will not allow my dream. Paralyzed, apathetic, waiting for tomorrow, I will not eliminate the clutter that stands between my dream and me.
I have learned, FLYing, when sentiment is balanced, it meets the test of love, use and need. When sentiment is a form of clutter-addiction, dependence upon preserving my past is excessive and indiscriminate.
The question in addiction is not “what” is done, but “why” it is done. My clutter-addiction clings to fear. Fear attaches to my pain. Within the pain, is the lost trust in love. Love failed me. I failed love.
The illusion of clutter-addiction is that I can find love without pain in love’s memory. The truth of clutter-addiction is chaos, confusion and the absence of real love in this moment of my life.
Clutter is not love. Clutter is my substitute, for love.
Though love is what I fear, love is the only way out of clutter-addiction. Flying guides a brave small step of love, release and forgiveness. Fifteen minutes of de-cluttering, awakens my dreams. Love, sets me free to FLY.