Synaptic Bloom

 The next day

There is always another day 

Until there are none 

I was born a survivor 

Although I'm not the fittest

I'm the odd one out 

I am brutally soft and firm in my softness

I' ve had to strip myself out of faces and places

All my life 

I'm always pink, never hardened 

I grew to find some kind of grace in goodbye 

Even in the goodbye I fought for so long not to say 

The goodbye I could not accept 

The one I fought so hard to prevent 

Grace is inevitable when your heart is pure 

You wipe your tears 

You take a step back 

You understand 

You accept 

You take a deep breath

Wish them the very best that life has to offer 

And start tracing the light again 

That is my very first memory as a baby in this life 

I would look as the afternoon sunlight kindly danced on my wall, interrupted by the leaves of a tree moving to the rhythm of life

I will remain pure 

In that light I see God till this day

Tracing it with my eyes as it softly illuminates the wall

I am still here

A significant part of me remains untouched 

Un scared 

Having this vivid memory of such a complex, multilayered feeling 

Makes me think of babies in a different light 

Nothing is what we've grown to believe it is 

We are missing the wonder that sits right in the core of the ordinary 

I am relieved that I got to choose grace and that grace chose me

Pain is a maze of confusion

But I am greatful to have found my way out. 

Love is a choice. 

Truth is simplicity but always kind. 

Success, to me, has always been integrity and tenderheartedness. 

There is no other kind of success in my eyes. 

And although, I have good and bad days, 

I am still on my way... 

Closer than I was yesterday, further than I will be during the gift we call "tomorrow" 

Life... 

What a ride. 

🖼️SOURCE - PINTEREST