“Destiny is real. And she’s not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you’re naked- stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn’t know- and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it’s the most beautiful thing”
When you resist destiny, of course it’s going to slap you upside the head. It’s the best lesson we will ever learn, but most of us don’t know the difference between destiny and fate.
I began this blog with the thought of exposing my shame. My shame of feeling sadness, despair, hopelessness…
I realised pretty quickly however that I can still have these feelings and continue to be engaged with life.
Yes, I love my darkened room, my empty spaces, but in writing I can become anyone I choose. There are already so many characters that are knocking at my door waiting to be born.
So my antidote is to explore the world I have experienced through prose. To voice my personal experience of living in ‘pain’ through observation, reflection and analysis
In exploring my world I can accept myself for who I am and where I am in life and not apologise for it. I can be, human…
As I engage with these worlds of my making, I then know that I am the creator of my own world through my thoughts and feelings. That I can give the performance of my life until my psychological self catches up.