It Gets Better
Only after it gets worse
I stand at the top
Relieved to be looking down
The hard part is done
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Markita Daniel
Wife. Mom. Personal Trainer.
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The Gods Both Old and New
The older I get the more I realize that religion and spirituality are easier to hold onto when you've been down in the trenches and have made it to the other side. I mean, the whole entire premise of "preaching" is to deliver testimonies and make believers out of non-believers, right? They have to believe that no matter how bad things get, there is a higher power that has a bigger plan for you and will bring you to the other side.
By Markita Danielabout a year ago in Journal
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic6 days ago in Fiction
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