I find myself in the same repetitive cycle. Once again, the feeling of familiarity arises during the battle of hearts. I’m choosing a different path than the many I have previously walked. I can feel wishful thinking wiggling it’s eager way to the forefront of the future. However, to walk this particular path, I must focus on the faintest of steps with no destination in mind. Sort of a let go and let it be motto… I have never understood focusing on the moment until now. It is as if I have broken free. The peace and resonance of self love is solace. I struggle with the yearning to heal those I can see are broken, but now comes the time I must revive my soul. I will always lend the one hand and forever it will be there to help direct humanity to love, but the other hand must console me. I celebrate hope moment by moment and smile knowing it will construct what is meant to be.
“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you.”
Just like that… I’m back,
I’m in the purple of the flame;
The all that’s not to blame.
You might have felt as though, you gave me the fame…
The safe part is behind that plaster you value; you still look lame.
Ha, Ha! If only you could feel it,
The righteousness of my kiss.
It is having a good heart that is bliss;
I’m sorry it’s public. 🤷🏽♀️
I’m sure you’re slightly pissed.
Untuck you’re shirt, you never did that before,
I’m sorry, I bet, slightly, it’s a bore.
I just hope it counts,
Your name sounds good just by the way my lips feel when I say the way it sounds.
The past is a mistake made by both of us, it weighs mounds;
I’m sorry if it is me that you think you found.
When the hurt never ceases,
Do not live in shame.
You are HIS masterpiece,
So rejoice in loves’ flame.
If you get the feeling of guilt,
Do not follow the Trail of Tears.
Pain can be comfortably rebuilt,
Instant aid only enables our fears.
Let your soul be the gladiator!
The internal battle you will win.
Let Karma be the mediator,
You just heal & mend.
I have this newfound respect for artists, entrepreneurs, designers, and anyone promoting their passion. It takes ambition, dedication, insanity (at times), but an unthinkable amount of hard work. Hours upon hours of research, practice, and conversation at times feels exciting, other times it can be exhausting. It’s the equivalent of teetering between a multitude of success and rock bottom.
When reading our favorite books or jamming to an awesome new song we get a feeling of happiness, fulfillment. In my teens & 20’s, music was life! I would spend hours downloading songs and chatting with friends. We would talk about all the memories and feelings we would get from listening to this song or that song. It was something to do that made us feel good. We worshiped these people, the words they spoke became gospel at times. We would respond to life situation with hashtags of their lyrics. However, we never stopped to think about who these musicians or writers were. What kind of life did they live? Did they grow into fame? Where they in the right place at the right time? Why weren’t we born perfectly, talented?
The answer is this. We are born with just a much talent and ability. We can accomplish anything we chose to. Those with the utmost disabilities in life, rise to be shining stars. What’s are excuse? If you don’t know what you are passion about, find it. Practice all the things you have always thought about doing. I can guarantee you that if you spend enough time, effort, and energy on what it is you love to do, you will attract success. Charisma is captivating. Share your passion with the world, you might surprise yourself by who you really are. Life is short, but remember that the journey is yours to live.
“She’s the kind of girl that makes you take pictures with sunflowers because she wants you to feel that life is beautiful…”
“He lives fast and loves strong…”