FREE AT LAST
Dalitso let it out…. it`s too much.
At 1 am I was in deep thought knowing that I would cheer up the birthday boy in me in a few hours left with mixed feelings.
I understand that the detachment from my usual self could somehow rise some dust. However, to those affected in the meantime tie my legs and loosen my hands.
The sad part was to see someone dearest to my heart living a life full of regrets and envy as that person harvested the fruits of their long-awaited misfortunes.
Regardless of the decision that person made I chose to live in harmony because life is too short to live in bitterness with humanity.
Indeed, the universe would limit my guts to express myself when I felt the immense impact of the lowest moments as the year was concluding. At least I poured out what I kept from the chambers of my heart. When discord invaded the premises of my home, I gathered the courage to hit the nail on its head.
I guess by the end of it all life should thrive on peace. This act of cultivating mutual understanding wasn’t just a theory that was preached in public forums but something that existed in our household.
For a while, I thought of it and the more, I imprisoned the culprit the more it persecuted my happiness.
Thus, when the root was dug out a certain kind of feeling of freedom and serenity was felt.
Harboring hate would not help any live a fulfilled life on earth. I wondered what it meant when someone of ripe age from nowhere would just proclaim fate on themselves and their loved one simply because they failed to live their dreams.
My tolerance couldn’t allow me to silence myself when oppression was glowing in a frame of despair.
Gratitude reflected upon my soul when God blessed me with infinity and excellent divine exposure which erased self-pity.
Now validation is a choice so is peace of mind and amassing wealth.
If I needed God to bless me then wishing others' failure was to be eternally eliminated on my bucket list because all I ever needed was to see family united, happy and strong while I breathed rent-free oxygen in the world where the precious Garden of Eden was traced.
The feeling of healing is what I prayed for and indeed God is faithful but the one soul I pray for whom is so loved that I wish that person to reflect upon their life and seek forgiveness and inherit a spirit of gratitude.
I will look forward to those moments when society will understand that mental health isn’t something to take lightly when the ill signs are in their infancy but rather a priority to cherish at all times.
Healing is a gift one receives after accepting that one needs mental and spiritual therapy and appreciating its outcomes.
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