out of the wreck i rise
a year spent screwing up. falling. failing. crawling. struggling. barely surviving. painting pictures of egypt in the wilderness. one would think i'd have learned by now...*sigh*
there comes a time when the stiffling, suffocating "comfort zone" of familiarity and habit becomes so overwhelming, so burdensome you're left with two options.
1) allow the "comfort" of routine and old habits and patterns suffocate the life out of you completely and settle for merely existing day in, day out...
or 2) say enough is enough and step out of the box you've penned yourself into and begin to truly live.
enough is enough! i'm sick of cowering and crawling, just barely existing...it's not good enough. we were meant to live for so much more! out of the wreck i rise...it's time to stand. in true quirky fashion.
standing firm, and after having done everything, to stand. this is where the new chapter in my journey begins.
posted by Quirkafiably Quirkified @ 2/01/2005 11:57:00 AM
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thanks pappa b for the encouragement!! it is greatly appreciated. even this week i found myself contemplating penning myself back up, going back to what was familiar. the irnoic thing of it all is that it isn't even a familiar that i liked. it was a familiar that nearly destroyed me before. yet i dwelt upon the illusion of fantasy, trying to paint it into something i knew it could never be. i don't need new shackles. above all, i crave true freedom.
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