These past few weeks have been a never ending chain of obligation and obstacles. I’ve been so diligently forgetting my past to instead long for the future. Every thing’s beginning to slow down, now. I can hear the whispers of people as I walk passed them. I can feel the buildup of hope in place of fear; though ironic, the hope is starting to scare me. I have found a form of peace, of sanity. I have found new friends, and reconnected with old ones. I have lost some, too. I hold in my mind regardless, that these things happen for reasons unbeknownst to me.
But most of all, I have found inspiration in new forms. I have spoken to people who have taught me how to laugh again, how to smile again. I have conversed with those who are less fortunate than I; who have seen the evils of the world and who still remain optimistic. It is in these people I can feel a passion resurfacing.
Everybody gets hurt. Everybody gets let down, and everybody contemplates quitting. I will not quit. I have met these people, and I have witnessed their strength, and they make me want to keep going. They are all collectively my muse.
I’m going to get better. I’m going to be better for the people who love me, and the people who support me. It is in these moments; these words that spin of pure clarity that I can see it all. I can see the light and the dark and the broken door, and I do not shut my eyes at the daylight. I stare straight into the sun and let my body absorb it’s glow.