today, i look back through a mixture of memories: memories of struggle and i shared. i remembered i found myself at the bottom of the deep dim gutter the other day when my eyes flooded with tears and my heart inflate from the gushing wounds of year’s heartaches, rejection, denial, hatred, betrayal and other dealings with society seems to blitz my sentiments over and over again.
people think i’m strong all the time, i’m not. i break like everyone else. i’m not a super human. i skip early morning shower every day.
my life has been challenging, full of endured hardships of life’s experiences. yes, life was challenging at times but the lessons i’ve learned at SGS are invaluable.
when i finally scored a decent job nearly five years, life became a little happier; until the decision of involvement changed my life forever. yes, absolutely. why? because i realized one important thing: i do believe greater lessons are meant to be learned for everyone involved. i’m nearly an instrument for the remarkable coaching that must be learned i acquire from my so called extended family.
i keep going. i don’t know how—i just do.
i continue to create my little inventive gesture, sometimes i please a being who tells me they appreciate my ideas and that my fashion has affected their life in a positive way, and that makes me smile and warms my heart.
so, this morning in a long time—it was the first time i ever cried from being happy.
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