Dance in the rain?
To say I've always been different is an understatement. The persistent and unfailing hope I have for life is unique to me, or at least a rare trait.
I've always carried a small seed of hope in my heart, lighting my way through life. As a child, growing up in a broken home with an unloving father, hoping for a better tomorrow seemed unattainable. Yet, my hope sustained me, shielding me from the harsh darkness and depravity of the world around me. I never saw the worst and always imagined and expected the best in every person and situation.
When disappointment inevitably struck, I cried, raged, and questioned myself. Why can't I be indifferent like everyone else? Why do I always expect the best? When will I learn? Pain sharpens our reality like a sword, wielded in every circumstance. For me, it only strengthened my resolve to uncover the root of my disappointment, weed it out, and destroy it.
After years of stumbling, falling, taking deep breaths, and getting back up, my hope has become the rock upon which I build my life. Life has been wild, a roller coaster of colors, shades of darkness, and unimaginable emotional and physical pain. Yet, I'm not only still standing but standing with a smile and the expectation that today is a good day and tomorrow will be even better.
I've never been special in the way others might consider special, but I am special because I'm a seer. I can see the light, the brightness, the goodness in every person, even those who pass me by, cause me pain, or consider me just a face in the crowd.
Yes, life is wild, and I love it. I never would have imagined it would lead me down this path. Although I don't know where it will take me next, the excitement within me builds and strengthens every day. Life brings light into my soul and an unmatched expectancy. Despite the metaphorical storms that occasionally pass through, I have learned, in the most wonderful way, to dance in the rain.
I've always carried a small seed of hope in my heart, lighting my way through life. As a child, growing up in a broken home with an unloving father, hoping for a better tomorrow seemed unattainable. Yet, my hope sustained me, shielding me from the harsh darkness and depravity of the world around me. I never saw the worst and always imagined and expected the best in every person and situation.
When disappointment inevitably struck, I cried, raged, and questioned myself. Why can't I be indifferent like everyone else? Why do I always expect the best? When will I learn? Pain sharpens our reality like a sword, wielded in every circumstance. For me, it only strengthened my resolve to uncover the root of my disappointment, weed it out, and destroy it.
After years of stumbling, falling, taking deep breaths, and getting back up, my hope has become the rock upon which I build my life. Life has been wild, a roller coaster of colors, shades of darkness, and unimaginable emotional and physical pain. Yet, I'm not only still standing but standing with a smile and the expectation that today is a good day and tomorrow will be even better.
I've never been special in the way others might consider special, but I am special because I'm a seer. I can see the light, the brightness, the goodness in every person, even those who pass me by, cause me pain, or consider me just a face in the crowd.
Yes, life is wild, and I love it. I never would have imagined it would lead me down this path. Although I don't know where it will take me next, the excitement within me builds and strengthens every day. Life brings light into my soul and an unmatched expectancy. Despite the metaphorical storms that occasionally pass through, I have learned, in the most wonderful way, to dance in the rain.
