Maybe it is a gift to be given so much time in this manner.
I stand between joy and a certain amount of despair I fear, as I live the seconds of each day.
I do not seek realizations intentionally for at this point in my life, to seek them would be like trying to justify my existence. So i have shied away from my own self and I chose silence.
One needs to court humility to be able to look at the world again.
Just now, I tried to look at my heart and it felt as if an invisible hand banged the door close. There is a repelling force and I the owner of this very heart am unable to look at it up close.
I feel that I have outgrown judging myself. I chose not to as we know that we can be our own worst enemy.
I walk in gratitude for each day that I wake up to and I have decided to befriend myself yet again by re-accepting who I am. I guess in life we should never stop this practice.
Give me my pen and paper, I will write for it is when I do so that I feel the most freedom…that I feel most myself.