Life is good. I have eight days until this so called “Jesus year” will come to an end. It’s been a transforming twelve months. Physically, I haven’t never been healthier and more fit. Mentally, I have reached a more peaceful state, which I haven’t been in for a long time. I’ve learn new things about myself. I know I can love until it hurts. I know I can still have fun. I know patience will always be my weakness, and I’ve learned that I enjoy conversing with others. It’s probably one of my favorite things to do; to have a conversation with people, to learn about them, to listen to their story and to offer advice if they ask for it. I enjoy the connection, especially with those that share my perspective. It really is food for my soul… To add, I’ve created new goals, which I’m eager to begin. I see my reality somehow differently now. I’m not sure how it happened, but it could be described as a painting. With every stroke you keep adding color to cover the canvas, and eventually you end up with a picture. The colors and strokes belong to the artist, so choosing both is essential in creating the picture you want. I guess I was doing something right because I like what I see on my canvas.
And to my friends… Every one of them is in my life for a reason and not necessarily a goal. In true friendship we do not search for a goal or a destination, it’s a continued shared journey through life. If I’m lucky enough to keep those few close friends with me, then I can truly say that life will continue to be good. It’s important to have people that understand me because, well, just that, because they understand me. I’m not an outcast, or a loner, I belong to a group that is similar to my own kind, and that’s what makes me happy.
…During the past few years, not only have I rediscovered my passion, I rediscovered myself and who I want to be. Most people get lost in the routine of their everyday life, which included me. They complain, but do little to change their situation. They settle for less because they don’t have the drive or courage to leap. I leaped. I didn’t know where I would land, but in turns out I landed on solid ground. Just where I wanted to be. It took lots of energy, more than I could conceive owning, but I came out changed… a little stronger, more aware, more realistic and less egocentric…It’s time to slow down and walk on foot for a while, enjoying the landscape with a slower pace and more attentive heart, otherwise the beauty all around might just get missed, and I don’t want to miss a thing anymore.