Jose Zuniga
Stories (8/0)
Life
In this world, we only get one life. One! One? When I look at it that way, it makes me think. If I only have one life, why do I not value it the way I do others? I used to think it had no value whatsoever, I walked this world lost and unplugged from the very essence that gave me my breath. Life! I feel like I didn’t have one. Pain, agony, and despair made a home in my heart, and decided to get comfortable. How is it that words of comfort and the assurance that things are going to be OK are easy to tell others in distress, yet I don't believe those same words for myself?
By Jose Zuniga2 years ago in Poets
Acceptance
Why is letting go so difficult? Why is change so difficult? Why is everything that we need to do to make ourselves better so difficult? There are a whole lot of why’s and not enough answers. Sometimes we believe we want answers but in reality, we’re not ready for them or dont even know what to do with that information. Things will always be difficult because we make them that way. Sometimes it’s inevitable and we can’t control our situation, we can however control how we react to it. The more in control we try to become over a situation, the more energy is being consumed not allowing one to see the full picture. When one is blinded by our thoughts, emotions, and a presumption of how things “should” be, theirs not much room for growth.
By Jose Zuniga2 years ago in Poets
Self Worth
Healing begins when I decide to stop having hate in my heart. I see a reflection of my former self in the mirror. I tell myself who is this person? Lies spew out of my mouth! I know exactly who that is! It’s me today, it’s me yesterday. He is me, and I am him. Who am I really? I think I know. I think I’m a good person. I think I’m loving and caring. I think! I think! I think! When does the thinking stop? I think I know the answer to that too.
By Jose Zuniga2 years ago in Humans
Gift of a pen
Where do my thoughts, opinions, and judgements derive from? I believe they come from a deep place in the human soul that planted its flag on the backs of our deepest darkest secrets; along with the most precious memories of one innocent moment in time. My worst thoughts are rivaled by happy moments that somehow draw a smile on my face and let me know that everything's going to be ok. True pain brings out the best and worst in us, we want comfort because pain is a hard pill to swallow. Without pain however, can you truly appreciate happiness when it’s at your doorstep? That light that comes out of the darkness is as pure as the love God has in his heart for each and every one of us.
By Jose Zuniga2 years ago in Poets
The Muffin
I am no baker, nor am I into the culinary arts. I don’t know the first thing about making edible foods. The muffin however amazes me because of its shape, how it’s almost two separate pastries in one. It has a bottom portion that is made of the same ingredients as the rest of the body, yet somehow has a different texture and slightly different taste to its counterpart up top. For myself, the muffin top is the main attraction. That’s where the slightly crispy yet very soft crust lies. When opened straight out the oven it creates a billowy cloud of sweet aromatic perfection. There’s just something about the muffin that screams wholeness. Not all muffins are created equal though, some aren’t sweet at all and are made of grains and other ingredients that aren’t the best tasting. While not the best tasting, they are good for the soul, it may not satisfy the taste palate but it does feed the body. A strong body equals a strong and healthy mind that makes this hectic life of ours just that much more tolerable.
By Jose Zuniga2 years ago in Feast
Fear
Fear lives in the core of my being. It’s constantly talking to me and telling me how much of a disappointment I am. Fear took me by the hand and steered me down a path of self-destruction, despair, and hate. Fear is a state of uncertainty and lack of growth. Fear ripped love and compassion from my heart and replaced it with hate and self-torture. Fear seeped into every fiber of my being, it constantly pokes and prods me to remind me it’s there and it’s not going anywhere.
By Jose Zuniga2 years ago in Poets