I’ve always been good at forgetting, I’ve mustered the skill, but lately, to be honest, I’ve been dealing with so much anger, I’m so triggered to be vengeful even if I know it would not do me right and so much hate is surfacing from places I never even knew existed.
Someone I met for the first time, while attending church last Sunday also for the first time this year as I’m not really a church goer, felt like she needed to share this with me.
How wonderful, how awesome, that God sees, God knows. And when you truly listen, God speaks, sometimes through angels guised as strangers.
Maybe it’s time to stop running, to stop forgetting and instead start to remember, to surrender, to let heart. After all, I do not walk this life alone.
Thank you for this Karen.
At the most random moment, you meet someone who totally changes how you look at life. They are flawed, imperfect, atypical and different. Ink sprawls colorful stories on their skin and at some point they bare to you their wounded soul and have you a glimpse at their shattered hearts. They have dealt with pain and heartache like nothing you have ever had to endure yet they still manage to genuinely laugh and be kind. They have scarred beautifully and I am so grateful to have known a person who’s raw and real.
It is awe-inspiring and overwhelming to have seen life through your ambiguous eyes even if it were just a thread of conversations. Thank you for the inspiration. I needed that, I needed you. Thank you.
In a grim and unjust world, you get more chances of fainting than there is to breathe. Each corner is suffocating, each turn a backward pull. And you will wonder, how’d you get to be so unfortunate? How’d this world get to be so cruel? How’d the people get to be so selfish and inconsiderate?
Each day is waking to a storm of worries. Though they say it will be okay, that remains to be seen. For the meantime you feed on frustration and acid churns your stomach, disintegrating your spirit, sucking dry whatever enthusiasm is left of your dull, unglamorous life. Anxiety gets the best of you.
Vengeance is enticing, oh how delicious it is to see them squirm and worry out of their wits. And they beg. They will beg. They will beg you to listen, to consider, to make amends, to compromise and they will find out that have they heeded to your plea, it wouldn’t have come to this.
We sit and watch.