With every tragedy that struck,I became colder. With every funeral I attended I became quieter.
Things became less funny.Smiling became an exercise and hope became foreign. Pointing blame as well as deflecting it became compulsory reactions.
Truth became distant and lies spread like cancer. Secrets became more frequent and guilt began to build. Hurt was always on the horizon and impending doom seemed inevitable.
Change seemed impossible.
Running became tired some and hiding got old.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired, I prayed for a miracle and became one.
My bottom became my launching point,bounced off it and didn’t look back.
I used to pray for the things I complain about today,my hardships are things I once hoped for.
The only thing worse than not living is living afraid especially when you know there is nothing on the other side of fear.
The truth that once haunted me has set me free,I turned myself in and found freedom.
Pain is not forever and perspective is everything. Positivity is possible.
I’ve learned to combat my anger with acceptance.
I spend less time trying to manipulate the future and even less time than that fretting over the past. This way I can enjoy the gift that is the present, that most people never bother to open or appreciate.
Within every day I have a choice.
Growth or complacency.
Integrity or degradation.
Truth or delusion
It’s as simple or as complicated as I make it..