Last night a feeling of defeat had fallen over me. I was writing and reminiscing and while thinking on my history I felt as though progress had eluded me all this time. Thoughts of that which I had lost had begun to drag me into depressions depths.
These last few recent years had robbed me off my ambition. Where there was once a roaring fire, now only ash remained.
But love, love is still here. My heart is still alive. The troubles of my life have not been so strong as to overpower my kindness. My joy still runs wild having yet to be tamed by compromise. My desires had changed, but I was still me. The aspects of my character that could not be stolen just so happened to be the only ones of value.
This Life must be a journey of refinement.
#refining You're writing is beautifully raw and authentic. Thank you for sharing your journey with us.