For the past 4 years I have come a distance otherwise inconceivable by the standard of my past life. Since that faithful day I often hang on to the notion of striving towards happiness.
Yet, as I mature in my self I come to realize that happiness didn't have a part in my strive, nor was this done to better my self. All I did was run out of options!
I have conceded to the inevitable, as though prophesy has overcome my resolve to keep it denied.
I wasn't brave as I often hear being described by those whom I have bestowed knowledge of my former life. I simply did what I had to do.
I am still seeking normalcy without understanding if it ever come. I am joyful of reality I worked for, days of my life interacted as though nothing was ever different about me, and to those who know me in this life only, I am the girl next door.
I am writing this here, from a perspective of growth which encompass my being both, within and without. As I find spirituality and corporeal realities intertwined in a helix of self!