Hope…

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch, that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. -Victor Hugo.

This quote has inspired me throughout my life as long as I can remember. Growing up, as a young girl, I was given responsibility that wasn’t meant to bare the weight of my shoulders at 6 years young. Throughout my childhood, I would soon learn that I was different. God chose me… for what purpose beyond my understanding… I am not at liberty to question but to continue to trust that his will and plan for my life is greater than my own apprehension.

I often wonder. I daydream. I try and over analyze every aspect of certain days and or situations. Like a movie, I rewind, hit pause, fastforward, and again push play over and over again. In my own way, reliving the past is a personal justification and self healing mechanism I have used to balance my hectic life and find some sort of peace and happiness.

I open my heart to an old memory, close my eyes, breathe in deeply, and transport myself back in time. Meditation is a must have in my world. My subconsciousness takes a tole on my physical appearance at times either leaving a smile, bringing laughter, shedding uncontrollable tears, or at worst tearing open wounds that have taken years to heal, bringing fury to my soul. Whatever it may be, I chose it. Looking at my world in a self healing perspective has been such a journey in itself.

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