EVERYTHING TERRIBLE IS SOMETHING THAT NEEDS OUR LOVE, THIS HERE MIGHT BE TERRIBLE BUT IT REALLY NEEDS YOUR LOVE!!!
We are different. You and I. We live in different parts of the world. Probably. We think differently, we act differently, We have lost different things, and, most certainly, we want different things. We feel lonely at different hours of the night. We see the world differently, we have certain perspectives, ideals, and principles. We believe in different things. But the biggest difference is that my struggles are mine alone. So are yours.
We come to the conclusion that fear can be defeated. Never destroyed, but defeated, time and time again. A never ending battle. I have come to the conclusion that I am in charge of my own destiny, that I can forge my own legacy.
Simply put, I write. And my words find their way to people from all over this world. Maybe it all means something to some of them, maybe it doesn’t. But that’s not why I write.
I write because it makes me happy. Big, big word that one. But it makes me happy. Writing has been the only true constant in my life. As long as I choose to write, no one can take it from me. There is nothing the outside world can threaten me with, there is nothing you or anyone else can give me or take from me that will change my desire to scribble words.
For I, and I alone, can write my own stories. No one is going to write them for me. No one is going to go down this path for me. And, truth be told, no one told me to choose this path either.
It’s all me. It’s my decision, as it’s my struggle.
But what happen sometimes. Fear and Confusion happens sometimes!!!
Some mornings find me afraid of what’s going to happen. The lazy hours of the night would never find me sleeping either; they find me at my space,a complete nervous wreck, trying to figure out how to pay bills, how to buy fittings here and there, and all the other stuff people think about from time to time.(no thoughts for 5-9, I hate the idea)
I find myself in a dark place, and I see no way out of it.
Truth be told, it’s frustrating. Because it feels like the whole universe is conspiring against me. But, like I previously stated, I chose to walk down this path.
We are different. You and I. We might never met, and odds are that we might never actually meet. But you have read some of my words. Maybe they have meant something to you. Maybe they did not or might never. But if they did mean something to you, and you are capable of doing so, please consider leaving a small donation when you “SEE” a chance to. It makes the world go round, It makes the world a better place for you and I.