As many of you know, I have been on a self-discovery mission. I love learning more about who am I am, and not only that, embracing her. I’ve felt lost since the death of my mother, but I’m slowly embracing the changes I’ve faced. I’m not the same person, but as I said before, I really shouldn’t be, a part of me died that day too.
One thing that has remained the same for as long as I can remember, but I only just realized is that I am drawn to the heartbroken, weary, & tired souls. I am drawn to the rebels, the misunderstood, and the lone wolves. I find beauty in the beaten, battered, & worn (both people and things.) My favorite artists, writers, musicians, & even some actors have faced horrific incidences that would have left others bitter and distraught, but these beautiful souls have picked themselves up and continue to spread love & shine their light. These people are my people. I didn’t truly recognize this until I joined the blogging community. I honestly wasn’t aware there even was such a thing, it was my understanding that I would post a blog and people would like it, maybe leave a few comments, and that would be it. I didn’t go seeking others to talk to, because I didn’t realize that this truly is a community, but in it I have found some of those beautiful souls that I referenced. My favorite bloggers speak of their mental illnesses, anxiety, and how they are bullied and ridiculed by people they once called their best friends. They talk of loved ones who have suffered memory loss, and not because they want you to pity them but because they need an outlet for their pain, they are sharing their true, visceral emotions. It’s raw, it’s rare, and it’s beautiful. My favorite poet in this community often speaks of the darkness he’s feeling, he’s experienced pain and heartache like the rest of us, but this beautiful soul has also escaped death 4 times. Now he’s left wondering what his purpose is, why God chose for him to live while some of those same circumstances led others to their graves. I can only imagine what that must feel like, the thoughts that must run through his mind. I don’t know what God’s purpose is for him, or any of you for that matter, but I do know that all of you have had a hand in lifting my spirits, in showing me a kindness and generosity I’m not used to outside of my circle. You have all had a hand in shaping me to become a better writer, friend, and human being. So keep shedding your light, because you never know who is truly watching you, who is truly witnessing your beauty. I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but I am here to tell you, I see you.
And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!!
Love & life lessons,