In every persons life a certain level of acceptance arrives; acceptance of who we are, of a life that was not exactly the dream come true we awaited, acceptance of what serves us and what does not. It is very liberating to open your hand, release your grasp and behold what falls to dust, what soars away and what remains. All that remains is what has chosen to take root. All the rest, while it appears you granted liberty, the chains separated in celebration of our own independence.
The sun will surely peak on the horizon with promises of new hope. Any soul who is destined to take part in that hope will catch up, this I know. Sometimes you have just take a deep breath and release all that you’re carrying.
Peace is in the knowing what was meant for you.
I will seek the peace that is my own.