There have been many times in my life where I have been completely and utterly beat down, the rug had been puled and I was head over heels on the bottom end of life. I read a beautiful snippet the other day:
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”
How true is this. As I get older I realize the beauty in the difficult life that has led me here, much has been learned and experienced in my twenty-six years.
On Paper I look a little bit like this:
Single mom of two boys with two different fathers with a mom that completely disappeared five years ago after a lifetime of being my best friend, went insane in my teen years, PTSD, and suffered a lot of loss throughout time….to name a few.
If anyone could be miserable, I feeeeel like it could be me. To quote Atmosphere:
“Go ahead and hate the world, girl, you’ve earned the right.”
But I’m not. It has been a journey, but I’m not.
“26 years of age, no longer full of rage
I think it’s safe to say I’ve turned a page on my childhood days
“Ay yo look Ma, I’m a productive member of society
When I’m drunk I make noise, but otherwise I live quietly”
At the end of the day, I am the one that has to live with myself. I choose love, I choose life, I choose happiness, I choose adventures and fun.
How grand it is to be able to choose! We have a choice! Thank God, thank YOURSELF!
My life is not without struggle, but it is without pessimism and that makes all the difference.
Go out and have a wonderful adventure!
When you reach the end of your life, all you have is the relationships you have made and nurtured.