If words of expression on a page didn’t exist, I wouldn’t…
My avenue of relief are these blank pages. Filling them with dreams, hopes, thoughts, are my purpose. Without words, where would humanity be? Lost, forgotten, stolen or replaced. Words are our privilege (stamp) in life. To have a voice is to have power. How you exercise it is your choice. I choose for my voice to empower me and those around me. My silence is my burden. Captivity is self-made. Limitation is fear and pain heals. Exercise your power and break yourself of captivity, your bonds. Limit yourself not because you were made to be great, rather through influence or image.
If I knew life would be so hard or that it didn’t show favortism, I would have better prepared myself.
Mystery is guessing. Compiling myth upon myth until a conspiracy is conformed. Excatly what the outcome of life is…unpredictable. Day in and day out we guess. Take risks. Endulge in things that are un-beknown to us and emerge. In greatness or sufferage but change nonetheless.
We live without purpose because instruction is all we have. The break through of self preservation is what makes you. Survival. But to all…it doesn’t come easy. To fight is to live and to love is a priviledge.
Purpose is without definition because there was no you, before you…
Your existence is your purpose and your reputation is your character. Show your self and embrace you…
A blank page, my canvas. Emptiness come to life. Where I reveal my secrets, uncover my aspirations.
My therapist, this blank page.
Where my ideas and opinions formulate with no judgment. My listener, my shoulder. My non-bias friend. My go to in times of distress. I’m not lonely when you’re here because with you…I can share anything.