I was put here...
What is my role?
As it stands, I am the physical result of an over-worker. The need for financial success has weighed heavily on my body, leaving me an achy, sore, pile of organs and bones. Today, I have peace and clarity of mind, and I know that something greater will come from all of the effort that I've put in.
I was put here to struggle and eventually succeed.
As it is, I am the emotional result of years of unaddressed trauma. Though it may be an excellent source of inspiration at times, it has taken it's toll on how I may react to any given situation. Today, I fully acknowledge these characteristics as a part of who I am and will use them to improve who I become.
I was put here to have experiences and learn from them.
As I exist, I often find myself questioning my purpose in this life. In a few base aspects, I am a creator, I am a lover, and I am a human who is navigating the best I can, just like anyone else who has been placed in this realm. In this sense, I feel we are all on the same level, regardless of social status. Today, I serve my community using every skill and talent I've garnered thus far and consider myself an asset in several capacities.
I was put here to do exactly what I'm doing at any given moment.
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BrettNotGreg
Thirty-something creative with a wide spectrum of interests.
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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Your writing is so relatable! 🙌🏾🖤