The thing is, I’m trying to convince myself that it all happens for a reason and that the feelings passing through my soul allow me to become who I am meant to be – and most of the time I accept that, cause that’s my belief.
However, when motion slows down and dust settles a little, I look around and understand how some people just give up on everything.
I get it
Yes, everything is going to be alright in the end: the Greater Picture will definitely make sense – that’s a fact – that’s why I keep it moving. But until it does, what am I to do?
#Meanwhile, am I to surrender?
#Meanwhile, am I to notice the ironies and accept that homeostasis (some call it karma) always, somehow, reminds you how we all are, individually and collectively, accountable?
That’s the time some people who have nothing to grab on, who have nothing to hold on to, just give up.
I get it; at least I think I do
Or it may be my attempts to rationalize a chemical imbalance leading to mental health hailments.
The struggle seems to be real – well, it appears to be until you put it all in perspective; fortunately, I have perfected my rationalizing skills enough to come up with reasons why life sometimes does not follow the path intended… and I am grateful to have things to grab and people to hold on to when hell breaks loose.
So for now, I believe that every breath I take is leading to the greater picture and is indeed part of an amazing so called existence.
& One day it will all make Perfect sense;
©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2016