Today has seen random appearances of tears. In the moments of their cameos, I can’t escape the overwhelming wave of fire, heat, tidal waves and explosions aching to be released from my being.
And then I seek and search for an outlet. I find frustrating, stifled life. I find tight seams, and the weight of this thing inside pulls me down without a release.
I was told to be good and great. I was told to be bigger and better. I am a product of an entitled generation and the spawn of a generation that mistakenly believed all that’s good could last forever.
So where is my voice in all of this. I’ve been quiet for almost a year – seeking solace and solutions deep within. Sometimes I find myself thinking, “I can’t honestly be having this conversation over again.”
The difference is that today I have nobody to look at, to point to, to lean on or run from but myself. I am here in this space of, by and for my own person. I am my own daily lesson.
Maybe the victories are in the details. Maybe the smaller moments should be grander. And the milestones mere sign posts along a path that is hopefully all my own.
But something unseen has got to give. Everything that could break apart has broken. I’ve unwoven an intricate and skewed life tapestry and I’m face to face with only me.
What is my legacy.
What, is my legacy?
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