We always skirt around the edges. Pussyfoot around the pain. Reluctant to go guns blazing. And face ‘em demons right on. It’s time. Hell yes.
Author: Kindred Kindness
A. Place.
I thought there was a place. Where you would never stop trying. Never stop caring. Because of who you are. Not because of who I am. But I guess I was wrong. My imperfection determined the way. Yet again.
When. Nothing. Is. Left.
The words were all spoken. The minutes all spent. The promises all broken. Nothing left to mend.
Finding. Me.
I am enough. It took many years to get to the point where I believe it. I am enough. Enough not to accept conditional anything. Enough not to show up as who I think I should show up as to please others. Enough to call enough. Enough to not stand for anything that saddens my […]
One. Life.
I have one life. How I choose to live it is only up to me. I can choose to wallow. Or yield. I choose to yield. Yield to #onelife and make it count.
Just. Passing. Through.
As I pass through this world. Uncertain of how long my journey will be. I do hope that I always choose the off beat tracks. And I do hope that I choose my pitstops well.
Enough. Now.
Of trying to be enough. Of trying to keep on. Of trying to be everything. As everyone has a personal demon. Dedicated to selfish care. Keeping the world a lonely place.
Yes. This. Sunday.
Why should we wait for next Sunday. Or next month. Or next year. When all that matters is now. As now and then are one anyways. Tell them you care. Today.
The. Dots. Connect.
Looking back is a good thing. It helps us see how the dots connect. The golden thread. To bring us to this place. Which is progress far beyond a previous place. Always progress. Always growth. So even if we can’t seem to connect them looking ahead, they will. They always will. Let’s trust the journey.
I. Know. I. Am. Free.
I know I am free. At last. As I no longer care to be found or seen. As those who found me, truly seeked me. And those who saw me, truly looked. .