I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately. Things have become more obvious then ever before, and time doesn’t seem abundant anymore. I am getting older, and the thought process changes with age. At least mine is. All of a sudden it is most important to live my best life, to ponder what I am willing to accept and what needs to change. There is a hunger to live every day with the fullest awareness possible, to not take one moment for granted and to feel with such intensity, that it is that very feeling that makes me feel alive.
It’s been a tough two years, and yet I am grateful. It’s hard to be thankful for the losses and the pain, but without them I would not be where I am today, and I don’t want to go backwards. There is a bigger understanding, a knowing, and the light that I’ve carried within for so long, is emerging from the cracks, the seams that stretch over my entire being. The once believed brokenness is actually what was required to make me whole. Each crack resembles a battle, a hurtful event, something that felt as if my heart was being ripped, and yet today I have come to embrace these scars.
Only in my pain, did I find my will.
Only in my chaos, did I meant to be still.
Only in my fear, did I find my might.
Only in my darkness, did I see the light.