I am realizing more and more that if I am to be free in everyway I have to be honest in everyway. Liberty comes from truth with oneself. It means being vulnerable, cut open, and raw. It means no more hiding my feelings under smiles. No more pretending this doesn’t hurt me and that doesn’t heal me. No more playing it safe and being a prisoner of fear.
One of my greatest battles is holding back because I am afraid of pain. Afraid of what this world or another human being could do to me. But I know that if I stay like this, if I keep running away I will spend my entire life chained up by regret, misery, brokenness.
Life is a gift. Living is a risk. I want to enjoy my life. I want to fight for it. I want to take chances and risk pieces of me knowing that being alive means sometimes you get hurt. You get wounded. You fall. You fail. You at times lose.
But I am going to try and have the confidence life requires of me. To trust that there is nothing and no one that can keep me on my knees. There is no one and nothing I cannot recover from.
Before I die I want to know what it means to live. To love. To be me free, me proud, me true. And that means no more running away from what and who I want and need. No more hiding my dreams in journals. No more holding back my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
My skin is thick. My heart is strong. My soul is filled with dreams. I will live this life, my life. I will live it free and true and open.~~Acoustic Imagery~~ (via bealightinthedark)