We are all a work in progress. We are all given lessons to learn. We are all imperfect. We are all subject to pain and judgement. We are all pumping blood through a powerful heart that can generate love and hate. We are all capable of changing a small piece of our world for the better or worse. We are all free to choose what path to walk and whom to share the journey alongside.
Not long ago I realized that half of my life was wasted on the negative aspects in my world. Blaming others for my mistakes. Trying to control behavior and elements that were not relevant to my health or growth as a human-being. Self loathing and envy to what I thought was perfection. Replaying an unchanging past. Dwelling on wounds that needed to heal. Harboring the hate instead of nourishing the love. Allowing darkness to dominate rather then the light I ignored.
Once I began to shed all that was weighing me down, it became a race against myself to rid all the baggage I willingly hoarded inside. Everything in view began to change and transform into bright colors with wonderful potential. Life never stopped doling out struggles or painful events but how I came through to the other side did. Chalk it up as experience or just tired of feeling stressed about things I can not control, but I allowed my focus to center on the little positive things while the big negative thing ran its course.
Every storm passes is old wisdom that stands relevant for every generation. The older I get the more I hear the meaning behind the words. I can only hope my children and others understand these words far sooner then I did.
This is just my rambling thoughts for today but truly hope someone takes the meaning to heart and finds calmness during a storm.