I fall, I get back up, I stumble, but I always keep going. That's the course of life as I know it, at least for the moment. Nothing mind blowing, nothing out of the ordinary. Just chaos in the midst of little joys. Even so, as much as I try to attain the norm of understanding that life is like repeatedly broken glass and it will remain that way for as long I as I am living.
I can't help but tremble with the revelation that, there is more, beyond materialistic fleeting happiness, and we just simply subconsciously choose to ignore it. Are we afraid to hope? And if we are, then what is hope that we are so afraid of it?
I think I found my hope, but I can't help but feel that still, beyond this hope there is more and I want to know what more is. I want to know and not be afraid of what I discover. I want to take it like an adventure, a quest to the land of knowledge, whatever that may mean to you. I look around me and I feel like I'm not really here. Not because I am sad but because there are better places to be and why settle with the places that you are not really in. Let yesterday's moments leave your present expectation. Begin to understand that every moment counts and that even when you stumble you still get back up because, there is always something worth living for.
-A.M.
About the Creator
Anna Maitum
My Name's Anna.
I write to make sense of the noise and I sing to make sense of the urge to scream. I'm uniquely made.
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