If we spend enough time looking back, we will always be able to think about how different our lives would be if we had done things differently:
Where would you be:
If you bad taken that job?
If you hadn’t left that other job?
If you had stuck with learning that skill or craft?
If you had pursued another degree or profession?
If you had moved away?
If you had stayed?
If you had found your future spouse or started a family sooner?
If you had never trusted that person that betrayed you?
The possibilities are endless, and so is the amount of discouragement and regret that can build up inside of you if you don’t ask yourself this one question:
But where would I be without Jesus?
“fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”
Jesus endured the cross so that we would not have to carry around the shame of our pasts with us. Because of Him, we have been elevated to a higher place. We have been given a direct access to our Heavenly Father and we have been made new. This is what we have to look forward to every single day, and it also the perspective that we must when we look at our past. Yes, your past is far from perfect. There are so many things you could have done differently. But Jesus is the one who is the perfecter, not you! You have Him to look to to make all things right. You have Him to fix your eyes on today and realize that after all these years, He is the One paving the way for you to draw closer to your Father, and that’s all that matters. Even if you’ve been let down. Even if you didn’t get to go to that school or marry that person or move to that city, you still won’t be let down by what God has in store. Have faith in His plan, because in Him, there is so much more to you than your yesterday.
So don’t keep looking back over these past few years and thinking about all the things you have not done. Fix your mind instead on what God has done, finding beauty in the progress and growth He has provided for you.
Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo
“While Sherlock kept his eyes fixed on the spot, he saw the door move, and then slowly open, and perceived something enter the room, but the extreme duskiness prevented him distinguishing what it was. Distracted by terror, Sherlock had yet sufficient command over himself, to check the yell, that was threatening to escape from his lips, and, letting the curtain drop from his hand, continued to observe in silence the motions of the mysterious form he saw. It seemed to glide along the remote obscurity of the apartment, then paused, and, as it approached the hearth, he perceived, in the stronger light, what appeared to be a human figure.”
#iatwaa is indeed It’s a Tall World After All (super proud of that play on words, not gonna lie XD), and definitely a ride from start to finish!
I’ll add it to the FAQ in a bit. For now, you’ve earned a sneak peek!
“Wait, what?” she muttered aloud, squinting closer at the opening while the kid knelt by the cabinet. He lowered his hand to the ground and … Oh my God!
There were two guys just casually standing on a hand the size of a goddamn truck. As Emmy watched, they stepped onto the floor and walked along the wall like it was the most normal act in the world. They didn’t even stumble.
“Well, what?!” Olive hissed, suddenly right behind Emmy. Emmy waved her hand absently, eyes fixed on the pair of them. They were moving a lot faster now, one of them trailing a hand along the wallpaper.
They were a foot away when she realized it and backed up, colliding with Olive. The two women scrambled for a moment before backing towards the opposite side of the wall with the others. Emmy’s eyes never left the thin opening.
She held her breath along with everyone else, and, as a group, the wary shrinking victims huddled farther back when the entrance flew open and revealed two silhouettes entering their hiding place, almost like they knew it was there.
She broke the silence. They were only about a foot away, all told. Those guys would have found them eventually. Emmy, who’d been there the longest, stood as tall and steady as she could, and said “Wh-who the hell are you? "
Finally every piece came together, “leave the child here,” Shouto order. Deku turned around, horror written on his face but despite that he was not going to lose his child. He had lost the woman he loved and now he swore to himself, he would do whatever it took to protect and keep her as his own.
He placed his child on the ground and grabbed her smaller hand, he knelt down, “I cannot do so unless you kill me,” he said. Shouto smirked, “really?” Deku looked at her daughter and fixed his emerald eyes on the ground, “for this child, she asked that she does not live in the palace.” Shouto’s eyes widen “for the life in the palace is so scary and lonely. She said, she did not want her there. That is all (Y/n) was worrying about until the moment she died.”
A tear escaped his eye and his daughter wrapped her small arms around him unaware of the situation. Shouto blinked several times and looked at the smaller girl comprehending that he couldn’t go against his beloved wishes, after all the pain he had caused (Y/n) he would make sure this girl, his daughter would not go through the same thing.
“Izuku Midoriya, I release you from your exile,” Deku lifted his head and meet Shouto’s heterochromic eyes, “I’d like it if you came to the palace every now and then.” His eyes meet his daughter and gave her a small smile, he ruffled her scarlet hair and walked away. Deku tightly wrapped his arms around his daughter, afraid of letting go. Shouto looked at the sky which with every single second was turning redder, a shadow was casted on the castle and everything turned pitch black.
Memories resurfaced, “then should I call you my person?” Shouto just a mere prince asked the scared girl who refused to look at him in the eye. Now, you were drowning unable to swim back to the surface, the image changed and Shouto’s lips were on you, his heterochromic eyes looking at you and him saying “you’re my only queen.” Your arms trying to reach the surface but unable to.
You woke up with a sudden gasp, your (c/e) eyes examined the room and you slowly sat up. Tears fell from your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, you couldn’t believe it, why were you like this again? ‘Seriously, who is he? Why am I like this?’ You asked yourself.
“I’ve having the same dream almost for a year now,” you said to your best friend Ochako, who also happened to be your coworker, “he’s a man with heterochromic eyes, and white and red long hair. He was dressed in older clothes too,” you said to her. “It’s because you came back from the death,” she said fixing the lotions, “You nearly drowned, you were in a coma for a year (Y/n),” she said looking at you.
You sighed, “I don’t know why but everytime I dream about him, I end up crying a river,” you said and then suddenly your head started hurting. You couldn’t focus on anything else, his words echoed in your mind over and over again saying “I’ll never let you go.” The lotion you were carrying fell out of your hands and you took a small step back, Ochako approached you and carefully placing her hand on your shoulder said “I think you need to rest. Go hom (Y/n), I’ll take it from here.”
You nodded and slowly left the boutique, where an attraction caught your eye, it was a galleria full of paintings from the Goryeo Era. Your body moved on it’s own and as you saw the different paintings, you would remember certain things from the dreams you been having. Your eyes started to get watery, you started to remember things, rain started to fall down, the crowd started cheering, Shouto looked at you and smiled before he bowed down and continued the ritual.
‘It wasn’t a dream,’ you thought to yourself, ‘It’s not a dream.’ You stared at the paintings and the memories resurfaced your mind, tears started falling from your eyes as you recall all that had happened. Your eyes widened as you stared at Shouto’s portrait, “she’s mine. I said, she’s mine,” Shouto said, his heterochromic eyes full of fury. Then you were seated by the beach, Shouto’s arm wrapped around your waist and his head on your shoulder. “You better prepare yourself, for I am not letting you go,” he said. “I will never let you go.”
You fell onto your knees, a sob escaped your lips, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for leaving you alone,” you repeated over and over again. You covered your face with your trembling hands, another sob escaped from your lips when a handkerchief was offered to you, you lowered your hands and slowly turn your head back to see the person who had offered you the handkerchief and you gasped, more tears escaping from your eyes.
Once again this is based of Scarlet Hearts: Ryeo and some of the quotes are taken from there.
“That line has moved, it has been mocked, it has been everything in between, but I remember coming out of that scene, off that ridge of the hill, and seeing a number of the crew, some of whom didn’t even know what the movie was about, crying. When I first read that line, I was like, “What is that?” Now I realize that anybody who has loved knows what that feels like. The interesting part of casting us at such a young age was that we didn’t completely understand what we were involved in, and that’s the beauty of the movie as well.” - Jake Gyllenhaal