Ziola whim

Dear experience

They say you're a great teacher.

Once the mind goes and grows through your eyes, it can stand any storm.

I guess that's true.

My experience as a child is now a blurry image, and my experience as a teen is a sensational memory of what a carefree and fun life looks like.

I was trying to understand life and the world at large.

But you came to me with so much weight when I was not ready, blurring my eyesight with your manifold glassware.

At that time, I was only led by my emotions and was troubled as to why I was going through life with blurry eyesight, why I could not seem to get my life together, or why the image of my vision was too dark for me to see.

I heard a small voice saying, There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and just maybe I will see more clearly when I get to the end.

You came in with so much pain, sorrow, regret, disappointment, disrespect, and failure, and so much happiness, peace, friendship, connecting, wisdom, understanding, and commitment.

All these feelings are misleading my mental, emotional, and spiritual lives.

Having me question my discipline, integrity, confidence, and self-esteem

Gave me a big insight. Of what my purpose, life goals, and vision are, if it’s just a benefit to my selfish desires or for the benefit of the world at large.

My physical strength was fading away, with a little hope for tomorrow.

Thanks for the trauma; it helped shape me into what I am today.

It taught me the different stages of healing and how to go through life with my head held high.

Giving me a phase on how I should go through life and how it will definitely go through Because one can only live once, after which there is death.

The experience that came from being the pod one out of many, constantly fighting the unknown battles of health issues that seem like curses

Fighting the urge to cry and writing down your very own affirmation in order to motivate yourself to never give up