Do you ever get the feeling that you were meant for something truly great?
I'm not talking about the lives of reality television stars, I'm talking about something spectacular.
There is a fire that burns vividly in my heart for something MORE in the world.
I can't say for sure that it's an emotion or a sense...just something.
Yes, I know, very vague. But sometimes there are no words for what this THING is called.
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Passion.
It's about the only word to describe this "thing."
There is story that I want to share with the world, not necessarily because everyone can relate (because I'm very certain they can), but because "I don't want to tell it the way it happened, I want to tell it the way I remember it."
An account that has left me wounded, healed, scarred, restored, depressed, hopeful...and all of the in between.
This account was my first love.
Young, puppy, stupid, filthy, ignorant, YET eager, uncertain, wholehearted, committed, intense, real.
That moment you looked into someone's eyes and you knew your life would never be the same.
This account does not have the expected ending but it does have a hopeful one.
That leads me to where I am now.
With the feeling that my life, up to this point, has been blurry.
But now it stares at my so clearly with it's hand reached out to me.
Inviting me to take the journey on the path I am destined for.
This account will serve as my first book.
I get butterflies thinking about what the words on the next page will be (figuratively and literally).
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