Perseverance

With faith and compassion I watched as the natural response to disorder and chaos transformed from brace to grace. No longer rigid, gripping tightly to outcomes. My hands lay open, my palms held no duties. For my mind lay within the knowing I am enough, I am doing my best.

In instances where I feel myself close, still tensile under the observation of eagle eyes. Grace is afforded and brace is relieved. Growth is not a definitive state but a choice to shift towards peace. It dawned on me my tolerance was creating an intolerable reality. There shone grace, with faith in myself I reached out my hand and met myself in a reality adorned entirely from stones I selected.

Because in the end I realised my life was worthy of being considered. Each acknowledgement I cast upon my efforts intensified the potential to reap the seeds sown. Not all of these efforts will be witnessed by passers by. But passers by are not the epitome of my life. I know within my heart I am on a path towards great things. What a lucky life to see beauty within the path and explorer who navigates it.

Not all environments and people can afford to lend a space where I can sit comfortably. I come with luggage that I am proud to have collected. In situations where I find myself cramped under expectations that contribute nothing towards my progression. I politely decline and step forward. I owe nothing to anyone who considers the path to peace and patience to be a singular line of premeditated steps.

A consideration became my life, a promise to myself that I have my best interests at heart. With that consideration, grace grew and I allowed myself to live a life I had dreamed of.

With perseverance and confidence came pleasure and peace.

Persevere.