The thing about stories...
You can tell a touching story of your own life, and some people would still have discouraging or contradicting things to say about it.
But see, I could hardly care about what you or others think. If I am to write, I'll write with confidence and with heart. It took a long while and a lot of ups and downs to build the woman I am now.
Ironically, the girl who cared about everyone learned about mistrust and boundaries and realized that in life, there are only very few things and people that truly matter. The girl who was naive learned about strength and to look at others with pity for knowing what this so called life would break to turn innocence into strength that is damaging enough to protect. What choices had to be made to turn lazy hoping into made capable by effort and His grace. The refusal to give up, the willingness to fight through it all. That which made the protected become the protector. The girl who thought herself a sacrifice to greatness had to learn about power and intelligence and wield the sword to slay the demons and build herself her own castle.
And even then, at the end and beginning and middle of everything, there is the one who holds my heart dear. The one who never really gave up on me when I lost confidence in my own future. My best friend from ever since I was inside my mother's womb.
Staring at the girl I never thought I'd be, all I can say is, "You're finally her. (I'm finally you.) And what I want to be now is better."
But see, I could hardly care about what you or others think. If I am to write, I'll write with confidence and with heart. It took a long while and a lot of ups and downs to build the woman I am now.
Ironically, the girl who cared about everyone learned about mistrust and boundaries and realized that in life, there are only very few things and people that truly matter. The girl who was naive learned about strength and to look at others with pity for knowing what this so called life would break to turn innocence into strength that is damaging enough to protect. What choices had to be made to turn lazy hoping into made capable by effort and His grace. The refusal to give up, the willingness to fight through it all. That which made the protected become the protector. The girl who thought herself a sacrifice to greatness had to learn about power and intelligence and wield the sword to slay the demons and build herself her own castle.
And even then, at the end and beginning and middle of everything, there is the one who holds my heart dear. The one who never really gave up on me when I lost confidence in my own future. My best friend from ever since I was inside my mother's womb.
Staring at the girl I never thought I'd be, all I can say is, "You're finally her. (I'm finally you.) And what I want to be now is better."
