Life is hard. There is not a rule book or a guide that will ever cover it all completely. Every life, every choice, every journey is indescribably different and unique. There is not a version of perfect to check everyone’s box. Life is complex, painful, difficult, arduous and tumultuous. Life is hard. However, throughout this hard life we are surrounded by gift’s.
When we focus on how bad and hard life is, it is easy to develop tunnel vision. Everything goes wrong! Why me? Things will never improve. This always happens… All we see are the problems. We are blinded, unable to see anything of beauty or value. Overshadowed. We only see the threat and the basis of all of all our fears is fear itself. It manifests around us like a tornado tearing worlds apart. Fear grips at your soul and torments your mind. It is hard to appreciate anything good. You feel as though joy is momentary because cracks will develop there too.
Exponentially experienced in the art of protecting ourselves to the detriment of ones very soul, our mind’s are the battlefield that the darkness expedites its army. Unknowingly we open the door and feed the monsters. We scream for freedom behind the bars of fear, where the evil grows, we are left lingering in the shadows. Legions of opposing thoughts creating feelings sire a lowly spirit. I scream, we all scream. Oh to be free, to let the light shine in. To free my mind, my life, my body and the world about me. To regain power over my enemy. To regain the life I have only dreamt of.
To shine so brightly that even in a dark world my soul will not cast a shadow. To be free and trust something bigger. To live happily with an imperishable hope in a world I feel estranged to. I renew my mind, my thoughts, feelings and world daily. Casting out my enemy, I surrender to love. My face pressed to the floor, tears of agony aged like fine wine soaking the earth beneath me. The impurities flee like sand into floor boards never to return. I regain my God given rights, to live, and love. Freedom floods the gates of my soul. I close the door to fear, the enemy that stole my life has lost its grip on my reality. I live and I love again; I am free. Life is hard, but I am stronger!
ⒸML Malta 2018