Found not on the external journey, but on the internal journey. Through the memories of lies and deceit; of neglect and silence; of love and lost; of smiles and tears. Those that you remember, and those locked away affecting your psyche in ways you don’t care to believe.
But happiness comes from facing these, healing these, and embracing these. Becoming aware of your internal journey that has brought you this current moment; this current state of mental being.
To think that you can be happy because of external stimulation and not from within sets you up for brief moments of joy. Only to come crashing down for you to face your internal being. And if your internal being isn’t already happy you begin to rely on outward stimulation. The vicious cycle begins.
But everything you need is quite literally within, if you are brave enough to face it; to work through it; to embrace it; to love it.
We no stress cuz everything bless
If you feeling good that’s success
Don’t you fret no such things as regrets
Focus on the now don’t focus on whats next
Chase your passions
Live your desires
Face your fears
How do you know if what you are doing in this world is right? How do you know you are following the light? Do you ask if this is the path to your true being? Are you calling all Gods? Or calling all gods? Does it matter if you believe in the universal laws? Does it have to be Christ the savior? Or the all mighty Allah? And what do you do when you come to a cross roads of believing? Of seeing? Of hoping? Of wishing? Do you still look for signs from the above? Question that all is good? Do you wonder if we are all loved? If you are in fact highly favored and truly blessed? Thinking maybe it's time to manifest? Then reverting back to asking does any of it matter? Should we go on just living life? Wondering if these questions can ever be answered? Because if they can't, why worry? Why even bother ask them at all?
I’m not always love, and I’m not always light. I’m not always positive, and that’s alright.
I’d like to write a story about the men no one hears about. About the fathers whose voices were heard and made all the difference to their families’ lives. This would be the start to my father’s story…