Finding Your Way

Call it fate, call it God, call it luck, or mere coincidence, I’ve chiseled my way to a place where I am truly feeling that I belong.  I have sat down some nights and thought to myself, I have never felt so alive. That’s the crazy part—once we find our place, once we find a starting point to live a life we are more than content with, we start truly living. 

I think that’s the thing- we become so content with life that we don’t seek more.  We get used to let downs, so we curl up in a corner where we’re less vulnerable.  We get used to heartbreaks, so we put up a shield and close ourselves off.  We become so convinced that everyone is the same that we stop giving out chances.  But at what point is it that we see everyone else living their life, happy with who they are, loving who they’re with, that we become so influenced to make a change? How broken do we have to be or do we have to be broken at all?

Sometimes change just comes to us, but often times we’re too afraid to embrace it.  Let down your guard and open your heart to endless possibilities that are being thrown your way.  That’s not to say your effort isn’t needed—the effort you put forward will guide you to further successes.  Meet new people, try something different; open your world to everyone else’s.  Realize what is good for you. 

Eventually you find our place and figure out exactly who it is you were destined to be.  All of the people you once knew have added to who you are, and all of the people you’ve recently met add so much more meaning.  Life starts to lose its black and white dimension and bursts into color again.  You see your worth and others see it too and you find that you’re happy.  You’re really, really happy. 

Let it soak in; take a minute to yourself and see how far you’ve come.  All of the ups and downs, those questions that seemingly had no answers—here you are.  You’ve carved your way through the thickest obstacles to bring yourself to a point in time where you are more than just content.