As part of this #besomebody journey, I run into a lot of people who feel ‘stuck.’
Stuck in between what they have to do, and what they want to do. Stuck in between the job that pays the bills, and the dream that lights the fire. Stuck in between a bad relationship and the chance for a better one. Stuck between the fear of past failures and the possibility of future success.
Floating in an ocean of unforgiving answers.
Bathing in a potion of uncleaned seas.
Staring at the surface of unsanitary standards.
Glaring at a purpose that falls far short of me.
I think I get it now.
I think I understand why it happened this way.
Why I fell so hard down that hidden hole that it seemed like I was sinking into a cement sandbox. And every step was a collision between the angry earth and my stubborn soul. And every breath was a force of fucking nature. And every thought was a weapon of self-destruction.
Take me for a walk.
Not the perfectly paved kind, or the ones with lines and stripes on the sides.
No crossing guards or flashing lights.
No guided paths or harmless handrails.
I’ve always believed that words could be weapons but never felt the stab of steel sentences until you showed me your swordsmanship. And damn. It cut deep. Split me wide open and sliced through my paper-plated heart. (more…)