My prayers have been answered. It's going to be a kick to my behind, but I've learned my lesson. Like a good little girl, I'll celebrate the life of my existence.
There's a saying that God works in mysterious ways. Be it far from mysterious, it's a wonder. I'm truly humbled. For those readers who have missed my previous blogs, don't fret. I shouldn't have let my emotions get to me. Especially when I'm angry.
I've always dreamed of living atop the mountain. If I ever get to be in such a foul mood, I'd climb the rocks to the top and scream, "WHY?!" Let all the bottled resentments drift into the wind. Maybe cry a little. Then reminisce my accomplishments. Nobody knows my inner struggles but me. I know this. As stubborn as I get, and adamant as I want to be, I will stand firm where I am. I have to also sway like the trees in the midst of the howling wind.
My storms are ephemeral but harsh. In most thunderstorms, I used to sit in the rain and wait for my sorrows to drown in it. With all the pollution, I can't sit out in the rain anymore. As much as I want to conserve water, I need to have the bottled resentments washed away.
I rarely ask for help because I don't feel justified imposing my negative vibes on people. I have written in the previous blog: Unnecessary pettiness [archived], "As passionate as I am artistic, I am able to look past the first impression and see through others like a prism. The brighter the person emits their energy, the greater the passion I reflect back towards them."
I now have to constantly remind myself that I have people I can look up to and turn to for help. I believe God led them my way for a reason. God, I'm listening. I'm here. Thank you.
Published on 5/4/15
Edited on 8/30/22
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