soul woven

I rant. A lot. I'm an introverted personality and sometimes confused about who I want to be and who I am.

Low-time sad.

Part-time complainer.

Full-time writer.

Permanent introvert.

Ever-changing people divulged into one.

"My petals open one by one. but I only grow in the mud so that I may gain wisdom, I must endure through the mud patiently - the obstacles of life and its suffering - the mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life, whether we have it all or we have nothing,

We are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death. If I am to strive as a human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, I must bloom into a flower and open each petal one by one.

Some days I feel myself just open up, face up to the sun, heart open, my soul exposed. Then there are days when I just want to close up like a flower, pulling my petals around me so no one can see.

Beauty comes from struggle, wisdom comes when you allow yourself to float and open up to the lessons. There is something very comforting about that. It’s an image that I can hold onto when I am down in the dirt pushing towards the sun.

Just when I feel like I have got it together, some other area in my life becomes challenging and I find myself back in the mud, struggling back up to the sun. Those new struggles - I guess - are actually the exposed seeds that need the adversity to become that new flower.

My strugglle to see myself is confusing. My nature changes day by day."