Like a dream.
Sometimes I imagine what I’d like my life to be, what I’d look like, how I’d act, what people I’d be closest to, how I’d love and receive love. When all is said and done that life is lovely.
And boring.
The fairytale in my head comes stock-full of realized dreams, passions, perfect relationships, no struggle, no loss, no pain, no regrets, no consequences, no growth.
I begin and end as a perfect being, not desiring growth or challenges because, “My life is fine, why do I need it?”
Who reads such an unexciting tale?
I feel loss, condemnation, anxiety, stress, struggle, hurt, regret, depression, anger, sadness, selfishness, joy, purpose, ambition, inspiration, fulfillment, overcoming, thankfulness, friendship, and love on a daily basis.
Growth.
Imperfect human.
Imperfect, beautiful story.
Glory through redemption.
An adventure story.
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