Your World Within Podcast by Eddie Pinero
RISE AGAIN | Turn Your Setbacks Into Comebacks | Inspirational & Motivational Video
25 Dec 2024
When life feels like it's crumbling, when the walls come down and the silence of loss echoes louder than the chaos, you might feel like you're facing the end. I've been there—a heart silenced by betrayal, a future rewritten by unexpected endings. But here's the beauty in the ashes: it’s not just an ending; it’s a beginning in disguise. This is the moment to rebuild, to take the broken pieces and reshape them into something stronger, something new. As Hemingway said, "You are strong at the broken places." The storms that shake us also shape us, and in the aftermath, there’s an opportunity to rise—not in spite of the destruction, but because of it. This episode is a reflection on loss, resilience, and the power of starting over. It’s an invitation to find strength in the silence and create magic from the ruins. What will you build from your ashes? Monday Motivation Newsletter: https://www.eddiepinero.com/newsletter Free Ebook: www.eddiepinero.com/ebook YouTube: www.eddiepinero.com/youtube
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You hear a loud crack. The ground beneath your feet shakes. The skies darken. Broken glass covers the ground all around you. Over your shoulder, you see rough, stormy seas. This is your fall. It's what we often refer to as the dark of night. The worst of times. And me, I've had moments like these a few times. We've ultimately parted ways like two ships passing in the night.
But I know the feeling. The feeling of despair, of helplessness. A heart silenced by echoes, a house hollowed by fire. I know the feeling. This is the forever relationship that ended up folding right in front of you. Funny enough, way sooner than forever. This is the unfathomable, indescribable loss. This is walls falling, promises broken, it's betrayal.
This is a knife to the back, an ending you didn't ask for. Oh, I know the feeling. And then, Just as the sky caves in. Just as your castle seems to dissolve in shifting sands. Silence. As though a 7.0 magnitude earthquake just ripped through your world and left ashes. The remains of an ancient civilization. Little keepsakes from a time that is no more.
This is when, now that the turbulence has stopped, you get to sit and think and reflect, which is often the part that hurts worse than the castle walls coming down to begin with. This is the emptiness of winter, a barren landscape, and all you want is home. Me? I've felt moments like these a few times. We've ultimately parted ways like two ships passing in the night, but I know the feeling.
The subtle hum of silence where chaos sang. Who would have thought nothing could be so painful? This is when the music, the podcasts, and the YouTube videos play non-stop in the background because God forbid I hear myself think. This is when minds race and worst-case scenarios dance around the flames of all that's left. This is when you are left to face the one person you've been avoiding.
Yourself. And see, amidst the ashes, the destruction, the ruins, This is when something truly magical happens. This is when, if you so choose, you get to build again. This is when you start to look around and see the value in all that stuff that just brought you to your knees. As though the ending you didn't think you wanted just opened the door to the beginning you didn't know you needed.
This is when, like a phoenix from the ashes, you rise. You take the broken pieces of yourself and reassemble them. And piece by piece, as you put yourself back together, it appears, as Hemingway put it, you are now strong at the broken places.
For what's more powerful than someone who learns that even the greatest adversity, even the flames of hell, does not kill him, doesn't hold him down or take him out, It appears as though this thing is not over. No, this thing is just beginning. And me, I've met moments like these a few times. We've ultimately parted ways like two ships passing in the night, but I, I know the feeling.
The resurrection of self. the reconstruction of meaning in my own life. It's why I stand here before you, not because I never fell, not because those walls stayed up, but because it all came crashing down, and from the ashes I put myself back together, and here I am, tarnished and cracked and broken, but strong enough to tell the tale.
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