Why? Why was I born? Why was I born into MY particular family? Why was I neglected? Why did I almost die at 14 months from malnutrition and neglect? Why did they hurt me? Why did I never receive the love I deserved as a child? Why was I abused?
So then from ‘why’, I go to ‘HOW’?
HOW AM I EVER GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS PAIN LIVING SO DEEP INSIDE MY SOUL; THIS ALL-CONSUMING VOID THAT IS ALIVE AND WELL TODAY; THIS DREAD SWIMMING IN MY HEAD?
I DO NOT HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS. ALL I HAVE IS THIS MYSTERIOUS FAITH; THIS INNER SOURCE TELLING ME TO LIVE.
Do I need the answers to these questions to live my life? Possibly, that answer is no, because there are no good answers. I have searched and only found one answer: humans choose to do good or evil.
So I will continue the good fight. I will choose life. I will find some way to help serve humanity…a smile given to a stranger, a friendly hello, a call to an old friend. Today I will believe: “Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little.” Edmund Burke.
Go out today and live small. Live your life gently. Create.