Untold stories…

struggle

Life should be about how we choose to react to what happens around us and what we’re able to make out of it.  We learn to almost reassemble our struggles into something positive.

Sometimes…we all need struggles in our lives, without any random obstacles, we might not be as strong as what we could have been.  Depending on how we choose to handle them, that will dictate just how hard our struggles are.  Either you meet these challenges head on or become a victim, choosing to lie down, play dead, and hope that if you ignore things long enough, all will simply disappear.

Choices.  We all have them and what is most important is how we face life, the steps we take in getting through struggles and make our lives better.  Even through those consuming hard times.

Battles.  Each one of us has our own; no one person has it any worse than another.  We each deal with things differently and what might be downright catastrophic to you might just be another day at the office for me.

As I put this post together, have to admit I impressed myself.  For a brief moment.  There’s a story here, untold, plain and simple, my personal struggle with much in my own life.   Sharing meaningful thoughts with others, attempting to impart some wisdom to someone else, can be so much easier than looking in the mirror at the reflection of what makes you…you.

I’m no different than anyone else who deals with things they cannot understand, or control.  Probably what haunts me the most are all the unanswered questions in my own life, unfulfilled dreams, damaged relationships and running out of time to make so many wrongs…right.

And maybe,  so many of these issues were always meant to be as I’m reminded of the Serenity Prayer…God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about something you struggle with.

 

 

 

 

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The Window…

 

Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be…Anna Freud

 

There is so much beyond what I can see

Sitting by this window

Life, twisting, turning. coming full circle

Returning to an empty chair

 

All that I’ve dreamed

Images slowly fading

Reflections of regret

Stare back through clouded glass

 

Memories, hidden in closets

Photographs of, now silent, smiles

Rest neatly, on bureaus and walls

Reminders of pain and joy

 

All that I’ve been

All I still hope to be

Lingers in an empty chair

Sitting by this window

This has been my response to a Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #9: House from The Lightning and the Lightning Bug

                                          

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