If we choose to see it that way, life is great. There is a great beauty inside my sadness. My emotions, my wants, and my longings are all parts of a magical journey that I am on. There is magic in every part of our lives. How we end up in the right place at the right time or in the wrong place at the right time. All of this leads us to a deeper search and, ultimately, to the fulfilment of our destinies. Every moment and every second is a chance to make something, to change, and to grow.
I really don't like mirrors. Not because she was vain, but because she was so confused. When I look into my own eyes, I can see another person, another life. Behind the hazel colour that everyone sees is a life full of love, beauty, and endless possibilities. When can I take off this mask and show who I really am? How would people look at me if I told the truth about who I am? The real answer to that question is, "Who am I?" The big problem comes to light. Already, my heart and soul are caught in a web of almost unbearable loneliness. If I told my deepest truth, it would make me even more alone in a world I don't understand.
During my own amazing journey through life, I've been sad, hurt, and longed for a lot. Still, I find comfort in those memories that make me feel sad. I keep moving forward in my search for the ultimate freedom because of the pain. My soul's light is like a candle in the dark that shows the way to freedom and understanding. Whose blood is in the veins?
I'm really light, not blood. And my spiritual heart is bigger than anything physical could hold. The love that flows through me has a strong desire to be shared with everyone. Still, I'm safe when I hide in the shadows. But something keeps pushing me to step out of the darkness and into the light. Keep going, hold on, you're almost there, a beautiful voice says in my ear. The best way for me to be free and set myself free is to fully enjoy each moment. To be brave enough to love and let the fullness of life carry me.
To always remember the bad and never forget the good. The change from one thing to another happens in a single magical second. To be strong enough to take off my blindfold and see how beautiful my spiritual power is. Be brave and bold to take a chance.
My heart is full of love and a painful desire to show it. How come? How do I show the world who I am? How can I change things? Sometimes I feel so small and limited, but then I remember that there is light in my veins. Sometimes I can't move because my own thoughts are so hard to understand. I trip over myself and the many things that make me who I am. I want to be free from the fears I have. Ironically, I find a lot of clarity in the chaos. The thought that I might find out how to be free is a powerful elixir. To break free from the things that keep me locked up in my own prison. To once again spread my angelic wings and fly to the sun, but unlike Icarus, my wings won't melt. They will be strong and sturdy, and they will be built with care and precision. This will let me fly to great heights without any risk.
Spirit is sharpening and shaping me like a rough diamond so that I can show off the brilliance of each facet. The light will dance across the surface more fully the finer the cuts.
Every night, I cry because I want freedom and change. For my soul's eyes to see the truth without being clouded by the limits I put on myself. When the shadows start to fall on me, I'm happy to see them. Because when I'm in the dark, I can see the light better.
