She Meets Life

I met someone recently who makes me feel comfortable in my own shoes. Part of me wants to get to know that person. I met someone who appreciates me for who I am. However the other half of me holds me back. I met someone who keeps me grounded. What if I'm wrong about that person? As I continue to debate with myself on whether to make that next move, it becomes unfortunately too late. This wanting-and-not-wanting becomes a ritual. My indecisiveness not only keeps me in a corner but it digs a deep hole, only to seclude me from the rest of the world. I take this as a lesson for myself; An experience, which maybe you (reader) can learn from. Imagine yourself in my shoes while I in yours.

It feels as though peace will never be achieved. Every waking moment, I'm in a war against myself. Fighting and resisting but all the feelings fight back longing to be remembered again. My words sound as if I've picked them from thin air, yet I feel heavier and heavier after every letter. It's understood that I and only I, will feel the weight that is upon my shoulder. It is my back and my heart that will feel the pain. Forget my dignity, forget my ego, if I can conquer and defeat this monster in me, I shall lay peacefully in my deathbed.

I haven't really discovered my purpose for writing in this blog but as my thoughts are being written, they come alive and become heard. "How do you see the world?" Retrieved from Mikelfrench.org  I want to share my experiences with you and maybe teach you a thing or two. To answer the question the caption under the picture, I see no beauty in the world yet. I've done just what I shouldn't have done, which was to settle for the path of least resistance. Ever since elementary school, I've taken the easier route only to achieve what? Easier life? no. When you're in school, the first day is easy but then it gets harder as you go. The effort you put in now determines how your future will be. The strangest part about me telling you this is that I've known this all along. I'm complaining about something I chose in life. My parents (your grandparents) weren't too informed about the American school system neither did they go to school when t...