I'm a child of the creator of all things. I am a child of the most high God. I am awake. My mind is stretching and will not return to it previous form. I understand that this is all a parenthesis in eternity, and I strive to be egoless in this parenthesis. I am human and I am flawed. I am a mother, a sister, a friend, a woman, a soul, a purpose and a work in progress.
like everyone else, I was given a gift by the creator and I am reconciling with my conceptualization of worthiness. What makes us assume that we are undeserving of our gift? Perhaps we don’t see ourselves the way our creator sees us; deserving. I am humbled that he chose me, uses me as a vessel and allows me to connect dots, see through the mask of those who hide, even from themselves.
We sometimes play a role for so long that we begin to believe that we are the mask we wear, the object and the subject. Somewhere inside, as we watch our performance, we know deep down that we are not being true, authentic or congruent. In this knowing we crave the rediscovery of who we are, with a hunger to actualize instead of looking from behind the bars of our minds and our egos.
I am a work in progress, trying to be the change I want to see in the world, eating an elephant one bite at a time, knowing that the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step, trying to get up after each fall and still I rise above being a cliché as I rediscover my true self