How do we become something when we feel like the dreams of the lives we once wanted to live have been shattered to their core? How do we grow and dare to dream when the person staring back in the mirror glares unexpectedly, features not what you thought they would be, time has woven a path and left something, someone, and you are unsure who, yet that person is looking at you for an answer.
Time is magnificent and paradoxically cruel in all the truths that are unraveled. Step back, leap forward. After darkness there is light. When the rain falls, sometimes an arc of color may be found as the sun peaks against the shadows.
How do we move on to the arc of light once we have felt darkness? Reach down, within. Close your eyes and remember the innocent energy of being a child on the swings with the wind brushing against your cheek on a cool summer day. It felt like every day could be that way. Keep reaching down, write words. Focus, breathe and open your eyes to create something new.
