I hope with all I am, that I will enter heaven. That the doors will open and angel’s will walk beside me as Jesus greets me and welcomes me home. I hope that this life is not wasted, that the years and the moments in between mean something. I pray that God saves me from myself and the world that surrounds me.
In this life we are to forgive. Forgive each other for not being what we needed each other to be. This includes ourselves. We need to know that we’ve always had the inner strength to get through anything life will throw at us without having to use other people as an excuse not to. We are BORN STRONG. Remember… As long as there is life, there is HOPE!
Perceptions are versions of our individual truth. They are an accumulation of distorted images and sensory stimuli that create physiological, psychological and neurological responses to the world about us and the way we respond to it. Our memories and experiences are unique; they are based of an individual standpoint and mindset.
A single memory can trigger the way we interpret everything else because it may be a sensitivity we had not discovered about ourselves. Over time we stack them like bad chapters in decaying books. Being mindful and acknowledging the mind in its complexities, we may be able to see the simple world around us and how we shape it through our experiences.
We can change the way we interpret and fit the world around us. If we can reframe our past and file away those triggers so that we understand them, maybe we can find peace. Maybe, if we focus on the joy’s, rather than our fear and failures, we can build up rather than tear ourselves down. Maybe, in the darkness you can close your eyes and see yourself dancing without the noise and shine the light on your hope, strength and love.
Life is hard. There is not a rule book or a guide that will ever cover it all completely. Every life, every choice, every journey is indescribably different and unique. There is not a version of perfect to check everyone’s box. Life is complex, painful, difficult, arduous and tumultuous. Life is hard. However, throughout this hard life we are surrounded by gift’s.
When we focus on how bad and hard life is, it is easy to develop tunnel vision. Everything goes wrong! Why me? Things will never improve. This always happens… All we see are the problems. We are blinded, unable to see anything of beauty or value. Overshadowed. We only see the threat and the basis of all of all our fears is fear itself. It manifests around us like a tornado tearing worlds apart. Fear grips at your soul and torments your mind. It is hard to appreciate anything good. You feel as though joy is momentary because cracks will develop there too.
Exponentially experienced in the art of protecting ourselves to the detriment of ones very soul, our mind’s are the battlefield that the darkness expedites its army. Unknowingly we open the door and feed the monsters. We scream for freedom behind the bars of fear, where the evil grows, we are left lingering in the shadows. Legions of opposing thoughts creating feelings sire a lowly spirit. I scream, we all scream. Oh to be free, to let the light shine in. To free my mind, my life, my body and the world about me. To regain power over my enemy. To regain the life I have only dreamt of.
To shine so brightly that even in a dark world my soul will not cast a shadow. To be free and trust something bigger. To live happily with an imperishable hope in a world I feel estranged to. I renew my mind, my thoughts, feelings and world daily. Casting out my enemy, I surrender to love. My face pressed to the floor, tears of agony aged like fine wine soaking the earth beneath me. The impurities flee like sand into floor boards never to return. I regain my God given rights, to live, and love. Freedom floods the gates of my soul. I close the door to fear, the enemy that stole my life has lost its grip on my reality. I live and I love again; I am free. Life is hard, but I am stronger!