The old mirror is wise, dispelling the lies that left me insecure. Our struggle is not in vain, and I am ready for change that starts with a heart that is pure.
Oh, melancholy. How difficult it is to describe you! I write sentences after sentences in hopes of capturing what you really are. The happiness in sadness? The reason behind the whole of life calling for tears? A blissful kind of sorrow? A defense of gloom without depression? A passing grief ...
“Yes, you’re allowed to have this joy. So irresistible that you can’t keep your paws off it. There is no longer any other way to be,” my Earth whispers to me as I return after too long an absence. “Yes, this joy is for you. Just take it.” How could it be that ...
No more of how to do, become, or get happier in 2016. No more of let go of or incorporate this or that. I’m into the minimalist concept that is everything there ever was: self-love. I guess it is my list of one. May we indulge in it and saturate ourselves.
I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things. Let her know that God is not a requirement. I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her, And that she decides whom she spends her life with.
The thing is that pushing yourself to do something just so you can achieve the status quo, or so you can have a certain level of stability, is not a bad thing. A lot of people work unfulfilling day jobs, and satisfy themselves with other endeavors on the weekends and evenings.