He knew he needed divine recognition but he knew he would never get it from anyone else but himself.
He reached out for acceptance on the fact that everyone makes bad choices in life but no one was willing to listen. He wished as though he could be accepted and understood in the honor of being but he also knew that there was a shell that was built and needed to be crumbled.
He knew that he time heals wounds and there were lessons to be learned. He knew with each step time is burned.
He knew all of these things but he was also done.
He was done trying to comprehend. He was done with the distractions, the denials, the small addictions that pulled him away from the true desires of his soul. He realized that strength of character came from the focus and commitment in his eyes.
He was done listening to the hectic static in the world. The noise that completely alienates you from yourself and confuses you. He realized that finally it was that constant chatter that has cost him to grow.
He was done drowning in life’s waters. He was done looking to be saved by friends or relationships. He was done asking for forgiveness when forgiveness is never held out for you.
He understood that the quiet voice of his own soul was the most beautiful sound.
He was done forcing, pushing through and trying to stay on any which path. He strives to kept his composure and recognized that we are all walking a trail but everyone is not willing to walk alone. He blazed a trail but with no one was willing to walk it.
He was done not following the desires that yelled out in his soul every day. He realized if he did nothing about them, they died a quiet death that took a piece of his soul with them. Even more than it already has.
He was done with the distractions, the denials, the small addictions that pulled him away from the true desires of his soul. He realized that strength of character came from focus and commitment to oneself.
He was done needing to be understood by anyone but himself. He realized he was the only person he would spend his whole life with and understanding himself was more important than being understood by others.
He completely recreated self in an image of what was reflected upon him. The messages and transmissions of what he would become. He stood tall with his shadow finally behind him.
He was done questioning himself. He realized his heart knew the truth and he needed to follow it.
He was done not trusting. He realized he had placed his trust in people that were untrustworthy so he would start with the person he could trust the most—himself.
He was done worrying, as if worry was the price he had to pay to make it all turn out okay. He realized worry didn’t need to be part of the process.
He was done taking the low road and not listening. He knew that there was still much to learn but he needed stillness inside.
He was done trying to change things outside of his control. He finally realized he was in the wrong to think he could.
He was done listening to his inner critic and understood that mistakes will happen. He thought to himself that it is alright to not be a perfect image.
He was done comparing and looking at others in ways that his ego consumed. He understood everyone was right in their own ways and personal to themselves.
He was done judging. He realized judging assumed the presence of right and wrong and that there was a difference between using information to inform and making someone else wrong.
He was done with all of his regrets and his past regressions. He knew that these were only handcuffs of his mind.
He was done trying to figure out all life’s answers. He understood it was pointless and overwhelming to take on such a task.
He realized everyone had truth inside them and a story to tell.
Most of all though, he was done limiting emotion. Break down the dam and let everything flow. Emotion was meant to flow free naturally.
Now, finally he could breathe.
“Living in life with one hand off the wheel,
Acceptance of what is and what isn’t real” – DM