I made a promise to myself to peel the layers back... little did I know, just how daunting of a task this would be. For every lesson you do not learn, you are doomed to repeat. I find myself yet again at a crossroad, daring to take the road less traveled - the goal is more than just to break the cycle. This is a journey of addressing and redressing. Here I am, ready to be vulnerable and honest with myself. I surrender to divinity; may it cloak my unconquerable soul and guide every step I take.
Considering that I am unused to being bare, I refuse to be intimidated by this persistent thud residing from my chest, trembling hands, slight tingle in my stance and disfigured vision. Just as I could catch my elusive breath, it dawned on me. The passive nature I have cultivated and developed in an attempt to stay safe from the contrast of reality versus expectation was merely a hoax, delaying the inevitable. The intention was noble: do not be too concrete; maintain a high-level construal.
To be loved and to love: never sentiment, only truth. I finally find myself worthy; it will take much effort to separate from worldly associations connected to love. The glare in my eyes is owed to the notion of comfort in self and in the certainty of a union that says, 'I choose you,' consistently and infinitely. I love you.
