Free

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I want to feel free.

I want to wake up everyday feeling refreshed, knowing that how I spend my day is completely up to me.

No 9-5, no shift work, no outside obligations but the ones I choose to take on because they excite my heart.

I don’t want a boss.

No one to tell me what to do, when and how to do it.

I want to feel like I’m actually creating my own life, instead of being told when I’m allowed to live it.

Some may say it’s a pipe dream, unachievable, impossible within the confines of modern society.

But most things that exist by human creation were once thought to be impossible.

So here I sit, continuously searching for an answer. A solution. A way in, instead of a way out.

Brick by brick, step by step, I create something I hope to be proud of someday.

I hope to be free.

Everything Is Different

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On a day like today, I wonder about you.

Are you celebrating?

Or is it just another day droning on, the same one you have been reliving for years now.

Do you miss us?

Do you miss me?

Do you even truly know the reasons behind the things you do?

I don’t think you realize when you are hurting someone.

Your own misery consumes you, and everything else falls by the wayside.

You think we will still be here in the end, waiting.

Pretending like nothing is different.

But we won’t.

Everything is different.

We are reaching for the sky, while you are still slogging through the mud.

We can only help so much before our efforts become useless.

Before the olive branch becomes a burden.

Before we realize we are worth more than this.

We are worth more than second best.

We are worth more than the silence.

You call us family, but those words are empty because family sticks together.

Everything is different now.

And maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

Everyday

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Everyday I show up.

I show up even when I don’t want to, because I believe in you.

Everyday I try to stay strong.

I grit my teeth and push through with a smile, and try to convince you it will all be worth while.

Everyday I put my feelings aside.

I walk through the door and leave my baggage at home, but sometimes it’s impossible to hide.

Everyday I talk you off the ledge.

I calm you down when you’re upset, and I pick up the pieces of the mess.

Everyday I give you hope.

I do my best to teach you new things, and encourage you to help your strengths grow.

Everyday I show you the way.

I teach you about kindness and responsibility, and hope that when you leave, these lessons stay.

Everyday I carry the burden.

I carry the weight of your problems around in my heart, and try to ease the hurting.

Everyday I pave the way.

I blaze a trail for you to follow, knowing the choice is yours at the end of the day.

Everyday I feel pride.

The days can be hard and the nights often long, but I’ve found my place in this passion of mine.

Everyday I have purpose.

I know in my heart I’m where I should be, despite the toll it sometimes takes on me.

What’s It All For?

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Everyday I wake up and ask myself, “what’s it all for?”

Isn’t that what we all want to know?

My youth left me mystified, fearing I would never know the truth.

Trying times dragged on and on, leaving a trail of angst and desperation behind.

Eventually I learned that trying times are not forever, though, and sometimes beauty is found where we least expect it.

The smallest things, often overlooked, can be what keeps us together when it’s so easy to fall apart.

A quiet morning by yourself before the rest of the world is awake.

The moment your head hits the pillow after a long day.

A hug from Mom and Dad.

A Sunday drive, the freedom of the open road stretched out before you.

That one song that takes you back to that exact time and place.

These remind us of what it’s like to be human.

What it’s like to love and lose, to excite and to fear, to treasure and to tarnish.

We spend our lives searching, constantly feeling like we are missing something that everyone else must have figured out already.

But we fail to see that we are all on the edge of the same cliff, reaching for the same hands to pull us back up.

So what’s it all for?

For us to be the hands at the top of the cliff, helping to bring others up with us.