Lately I've been having some inconsistencies of emotion; basically I don't know how I feel about it. I've been devouring good literature and letting it remind me of a part of myself I have long neglected; the unique author perspective that is not the usual or expected norm of today.
Lately, I've been stroking that part of my soul that is not like everyone elses and letting myself be reminded that every good part of this whole needs to be nurtured to thrive. I cannot just starve the bad wolf, I must feed the good wolf. A wolf is savage and territorial and must be fed or it may very well bring havoc in search of food...
Lately I have been putting on profession over creativity and feeling very stuffy in my skin. It is heavy this business of the day to day.
Lately I have been struggling to hold on to my perception of beauty in everyday. Reminding myself that existing in a state of transition is not only depressing or frustrating but reassuring because it means that if I am existing between two points there are two points. Transition means I came from some where and I am going somewhere.
Transition means that even if the corridor is dark and the light is dim....the light exists, Thank God.
Peace. Love. Light at the end of your tunnel.