Pain ignites our hope.
Hope denies Death through blind faith.
Faith promotes our success.
Pain tried to birth us.
We existed already.
An enigma. Faith.
His poem is about overcoming the past to make way for a future that has been the substance of his dreams for so long. Blind faith assures him that all will fall into place for him. Sometimes we believe that the desires of our heart will never manifest and so we settle for what is there before us. That’s life. It’s why things and people are always changing. Life is about trying to discover what fulfills us and if you’re in a place where you’re being drained and used up, instead of filled, step out on faith and believe that there is something better waiting for you.
Her poem is about the battle to shed the skins of one’s past in order to embrace one’s true self. One of my favorite quotes is “If you don’t like how things are, change it. You’re not a tree.” As long as there is breath in one’s body, there is always the opportunity for change, especially when the change is embracing your true self and not the labels others try to brand you with, your past mistakes, or anything that goes against your most basic and true self. Don’t silence your voice so that others are more comfortable and don’t become a chameleon to make other’s more comfortable in your presence.
So often, we hear that we are not our past. Meaning even though we are a product of our past, we don’t have to continue to wear the brand of our past. We cannot go back and change the past, but we do have the power to change the future. But, change is hard even when the change is positive. So some knowingly hold on to and fight for things, jobs, people who are not in alignment with the desires of their heart. That’s not an indictment or judgment, just an observation. I have knowingly held on to situations that I knew were not good for me because I was fearful of what would be on the other side. I’m trying to learn to let go of that need to control and accept that some things happen and there’s nothing I can do about it. In the end, all I can control is my reaction to a situation. I cannot always control the situation.
Today’s post isn’t really about my writing because I’ve been distracted today and I haven’t really gotten any writing done. But, now I’m going to attempt to work on a creative nonfiction piece for an upcoming contest. I’m usually pretty good at silencing the critical self when I’m engaged in the initial writing of a piece, but that’s not what I’m worried about today. Today, I’m worried about the noisy distractions that I’ve had a hard time ignoring today.
Peace & Love,