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al">Ali Choubin</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>Curtains (no matter how much I love them) also need to be changed. But I’m not going to put up blinds! Not because they collect even more dust, but because I love the sun… I like it to wake me up in the morning. Why do we close the path of light to the home of our hearts? And we want to sleep during the whole day, our whole life. And then… “When did all this time pass? I haven’t understood…”I’ll put up new sky blue curtains to gently refract the sunlight that will try to enter through my window. I will also put some butterflies in this dance of light and matter because I love to fly… in my mind. I’ve been all over the world — from Australia all the way to Siberia… and I remember how cold it was there. “Brrr…”I go back to cleaning.I make my bed on my side. Now my pillow is as fresh and fluffy as a dandelion waiting to fly through the air. I also make the bed on your side. Even though you’re gone. You were never there. But let your side wait for you. I can so easily imagine you sleeping while I take a sip of my long coffee. I don’t want to wake you. I put my hand over my cup so you won’t smell the aroma.<figure id="23bb"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*kYtnBbl7TmwyFvIQ"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@carlijeen?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Carli Jeen</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>I know after spring cleaning… I’ll meet you, I’ll love you.Maybe every day we pass each other on the streets. I get on the same bus that you get off. I’m the one who gives most of her lunch to the pigeons in the park during the lunch break. More and more come… And I’m so happy I’m not eating lunch alone. I’m on the same bench you come to a little later. And you’re probably wondering who gave so much food to these pigeons.I’ve always been there for you. You’ve always been there for me.Maybe you’re just the one who also likes to smile at people for no reason. In the same way, I like doing. Let them wonder what we have and why we are happy. As if there needed to be another reason than just being alive… But not everyone realizes it. But you and I do. I know you might miss the subway one day and get on the next one, which will be the one I am in. I might drop my papers on the ground in a hurry and you’ll be there to help me pick them up.I might meet you one time — you might make me laugh — and I might fall in love… And then nothing will be the same.</p

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Until then, I’ll make your side of the bed. I’m sure you’ll grumble at me when I forget to water the flowers; that I don’t put salt in the food because I still don’t know how you like to spice up your life… I’ll fold back all the corners of the books you read with the excuse that it hurts them otherwise. By the time I will be watching a football game with you, I’ll be a million miles away from the playground, and understand that they only scored because of your excited shouts.We won’t be puppets on strings. We appreciate ourselves too much to be understudies. I’ll be myself on stage, you’ll be youself, and in the script of our lives, we’ll be partners. When you forget the lines, I’ll remind you. When I forget to take off the make-up I’ve been wearing in front of the whole world, you’ll hand me the make-up remover. Because that is what it is to love.I’m still drinking my long coffee. The longest coffee of my life. But that’s what happens when you haven’t done a spring cleansing of your soul in a while. Next time I’ll set an alarm so I don’t forget…<figure id="8f7f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*i53hosH_OjMObPmx"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@haleyephelps?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Haley Phelps</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>How often do you cleanse your heart, mind and body? I’d love for you to share your spiritual cleansing practices in a comment.It’s vital that you take time out to weed and tend to the soil of your mind, to clean it out, so it is fertile to grow new seeds.👍 If you like my story and want to read more like this, you can check out the following list:<div id="44e0" class="link-block">

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After Spring Cleaning… I’ll Meet You, I’ll Love You

How Many Times Have You Cleansed Your Soul?

You’re happy to close some books— some chapters of your life you’ve been chewing on for a while. You’ve stopped to savor their flavour. They’ve started to taste bitter to you. Actually, everyone prefers to have a sweet life, not a bitter one.

I’m not going to be in a hurry this morning. On the contrary, I’m going to make a long coffee. Not an espresso! I don’t want one sip of bitterness and then go back to work. Let it be long so I can enjoy it; to see its steam dance in the air.

Today is a day for spring cleansing of my soul. It is hidden under piles of dust from unfulfilled promises, beautiful words, and faked embraces. Who needs all this? I’m good at cleaning. I don’t need expensive detergents with complicated names. At one fell swoop I erase every unnecessary memory because there should be only happy books on the bookshelves of my life.

Some may have faded pages; may have been opened many times; or may be old editions, but if they’re in my library, then I want to keep opening them. Often the books with the shiniest covers come out full… of emptiness and absurdity. Don’t recycle such books. Give them away or forget them on a park bench. Someone will still be happy with them. They will open the books and read aloud.

They will say, “What nonsense!” and throw them away. But these people will learn! Some will ask me, “Why are you throwing away your books full of memories?” and I will reply, “How else can I make room for new ones?”. I don’t feel the need to pile up bags of remnants of past feelings…

It is the turn of beating carpets, layered with wrong beliefs and unnecessary guilt. How long have I walked on them? A great dust is rising! So much pseudo-reasoning from pseudo-people who (in a moment of enlightenment about how pathetic they are) have tried to overwhelm me with some of their inferiority complexes. I don’t give anyone any of my beauty and intelligence. Why do you want to give me some of your ‘valuable character traits’? Keep them on your carpets and step on them as much as you want.

Curtains (no matter how much I love them) also need to be changed. But I’m not going to put up blinds! Not because they collect even more dust, but because I love the sun… I like it to wake me up in the morning. Why do we close the path of light to the home of our hearts? And we want to sleep during the whole day, our whole life. And then… “When did all this time pass? I haven’t understood…”

I’ll put up new sky blue curtains to gently refract the sunlight that will try to enter through my window. I will also put some butterflies in this dance of light and matter because I love to fly… in my mind. I’ve been all over the world — from Australia all the way to Siberia… and I remember how cold it was there. “Brrr…”

I go back to cleaning.

I make my bed on my side. Now my pillow is as fresh and fluffy as a dandelion waiting to fly through the air. I also make the bed on your side. Even though you’re gone. You were never there. But let your side wait for you. I can so easily imagine you sleeping while I take a sip of my long coffee. I don’t want to wake you. I put my hand over my cup so you won’t smell the aroma.

I know after spring cleaning… I’ll meet you, I’ll love you.

Maybe every day we pass each other on the streets. I get on the same bus that you get off. I’m the one who gives most of her lunch to the pigeons in the park during the lunch break. More and more come… And I’m so happy I’m not eating lunch alone. I’m on the same bench you come to a little later. And you’re probably wondering who gave so much food to these pigeons.

I’ve always been there for you. You’ve always been there for me.

Maybe you’re just the one who also likes to smile at people for no reason. In the same way, I like doing. Let them wonder what we have and why we are happy. As if there needed to be another reason than just being alive… But not everyone realizes it. But you and I do. I know you might miss the subway one day and get on the next one, which will be the one I am in. I might drop my papers on the ground in a hurry and you’ll be there to help me pick them up.

I might meet you one time — you might make me laugh — and I might fall in love… And then nothing will be the same.

Until then, I’ll make your side of the bed. I’m sure you’ll grumble at me when I forget to water the flowers; that I don’t put salt in the food because I still don’t know how you like to spice up your life… I’ll fold back all the corners of the books you read with the excuse that it hurts them otherwise. By the time I will be watching a football game with you, I’ll be a million miles away from the playground, and understand that they only scored because of your excited shouts.

We won’t be puppets on strings. We appreciate ourselves too much to be understudies. I’ll be myself on stage, you’ll be youself, and in the script of our lives, we’ll be partners. When you forget the lines, I’ll remind you. When I forget to take off the make-up I’ve been wearing in front of the whole world, you’ll hand me the make-up remover. Because that is what it is to love.

I’m still drinking my long coffee. The longest coffee of my life. But that’s what happens when you haven’t done a spring cleansing of your soul in a while. Next time I’ll set an alarm so I don’t forget…

How often do you cleanse your heart, mind and body? I’d love for you to share your spiritual cleansing practices in a comment.

It’s vital that you take time out to weed and tend to the soil of your mind, to clean it out, so it is fertile to grow new seeds.

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