January 21, 2020
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This is my story, no other. Feeling of synchrocity, of bliss, of a self-insurance she seeked her whole life. Thinking foolishy someone else’s presence would bring her such a feeling in time. But the test of time surely taught her otherwise. She was finally there. Euphoria in the simplicity of the moment. She was finally there. She finally understood. She touched rock bottom enough to appreciate life’s most subtle joys. But beware, because
now, she was back up.
Please get out of the way, because here she comes, stronger,
newer and improved. 2.0 or some shit like that.
As Khalil Gebran, the powerful and unforgettable lebanese prophet once wrote, you cannot feel the greatest joy without living the greatest pain; both are in twine and connected. They are necessary to be lived together.
Even if…for a moment, the pain is so strong, so unbearable, so suffocating, that you begin to wonder if there ever will be a way out, a light at the end of the tunnel.
That’s when in the darkest of moments you need to go to a significant place, preferably one of nature, and as you close your eyes, you ask Him to hold your hand. So far, life has shown me undeniable evidence that He exists, that He is real, and that He is in all of us. So many times, in complete surprise, I would look up to the sky as I witnessed one of His signs and I said : Thank you God, I
love you, I know that was you.
This is the story of my path : raw, untold and uncut.
Now, she knew everything would be just fine.
She walked, one step at a time, one day at a time. She smiled, her eyes were rested, her demeanor on fleek and her head held high. But in the very depth of her mind, she was on fire. The music, the beat, the aura of anything positive around her beamed heavily, and euphoria kicked in. Not only she was happy, but she was finally in control of her life when she ultimately, and with no other choice, started to let it all go. The universe and her guardian angel waited with arms crossed for her to stop ignoring them.
This must be said, they had been exceptionally patient considering her stubborn ways and her huge ego. Somehow she had forgotten its size, but oh boy was it there.
She knew that whatever she had been through in the past was rock solid experience to be shared with her loving daughter as a form of wisdom. No tear was cried in vain, no heartache was lived for nothing. It all had a clear and specific purpose.
