It has been a very strange and Armageddon-ish couple of weeks, and that is putting it lightly! Right now, there’s a lot of fear, anxiety and even anger pervading the Earth…
A path without peaks, valleys, winding roads, or without starts and stops that require you to pivot isn’t a life worth living. Indirect and crooked paths that require us to deviate from our projected paths solidify our mental fortitude and increase our stamina, self-confidence, and self-love.
And it’s sad to see others so unfulfilled, so scared and lonely, searching for something outside of themselves that would make them feel better. Not knowing or recognizing that all they need is located within.
Broken and battered. Trying to pull myself out of this slump, this depression. Feeling so much anger, hatred and a thousand and one unnamable emotions towards the people who stole my innocence. Shame in myself over crying over spilled milk, surprised that the actions of others still have the ability to affect me.
We romanticize the past. We romanticize the fun moments, the amazing experiences and the people we’ve experienced those experiences with without really focusing on the dark spots of the past.
Life isn’t about perfection. It’s about finding your true self, loving your true self and living an authentic life. And the path to that authenticity is a steep and winding road. One which will take you on turns, up hills and valleys that you thought would take you to your destination but actually turned out not to.