Reach 4 your soul

Things did not get off to a good start. Things were not planned. All of a sudden you had a family, you needed to make that transition and adapt. Parenthood.  All you had was your resourcefulness, your state of mind, your objectivity. You did a great job. You did what was expected of you. At first, I imagine it was tough to switch the lifestyle you were accustom to; or at least, creating a balance between the two. Later on, it seems a purpose was encountered. It was too late to go back. I was planned. Now I understand what were your intentions. Now I know how hard was it for you, how you had to fight your demons to take the right path, the struggle.  You cared, therefore you tried. Your perseverance, courage and commitment paved the way and made me understand of how to fight and give it your all to make something out of nothing. How to be a leader, even if I'm was never meant to be one but it just so happens, I care too. Your example is well noted. Th...

The energy fluctuates constantly without any control whatsoever. It feels like I'm inside this ride at a theme park, not knowing what's ahead, at the end of yet another turn. I can only count on my reaction and, my patience. It's still early, suddenly I feel this calmness in my surroundings; the sound of the clock creates this melody that accompanies mother nature's voice, the positiveness becomes something I can grasp and use to charge my battery and..  ..Just as it arrived, with suddenness, it all goes away. Is this part of one's journey and purpose in life? Ah, the road to your own personal success so you can sit on your throne and proudly admire your accomplishments, your goals fulfilled and your aspirations ready to be rigorously embarked... I don't thrive like that and certainly I don't go by those rules, I actually despise them. And still, I'm in the game. Waiting on the next turn.  PS. Today is the final episode of ...

I wake up and listen to the new day. It feels like the nightmare is over. I look at “the nothing” and taste the silence, and I start to remember. The awkwardness shocks my body, my soul is hurting as a re-live those moments. What did I do wrong? I ask myself. What could’ve I done differently? Feels like I let a lot of people down; like the whole effort was for nothing. I failed. I tried. But there’s no room for pity. No pardons. Now where do I go from here? I slowly blink and realize that’s how the future feels.. ... and there’s nothing I can do to change the outcome. I guess it doesn’t mean shit if you don’t play hard, no matter how hard you try. I am sorry.