It's okay

        

                Dear Readers,

 

We all grow up believing we are a certain way. For example, the moment we first see a rainbow, the profound amazement it engulfed us with was far greater than what we could understand. Now, some of us don’t even notice when a rainbow is present. Remember that moment you would throw yourself on the floor when something would upset you while your mother rolled her eyes and walked away? Now, people go on day by day hiding their feelings, hoping somebody hears their unheard screams.

As you can see, the past and present are totally different things. The past shapes our present; while our present designs our future, causing a grave identity struggle. You may be reading this holding your breath, clenching your teeth, which all contains so many unheard stories. It’s okay. We all ‘mature’ one way or another; it could have been because of so much pain and sorrow you were forced to deal with, maybe you just woke up and realized what life really means, who knows? You may have read a story that impacted your life. Now don’t stop reading just yet; my point has not been stated.

As you may have read before, my life has been struggle. I can honestly say that I am okay. To the point where I can sit outside and gaze at the stars, remembering everything and not be drowned by my own tears. Everything that you believed hurt you so much, all of a sudden becomes bearable. You look back at all those people you could have sworn you loved realizing they were not even a sentence in your life, when you believed they were the end of your book. All the people you claimed you hated with the depths of your heart, you find all the hate irrelevant as your heart begins to grow. You even start to care for the little bird that passed by you down the street last night.

This change may not come easy to some as for others. Sadly enough, I had the struggle. I fell into the depths of my own soul. I wondered what my worth was. Why I was allowed to live for so long. I believed I was useless; how could I even finish school if I am not good at anything. I am sitting here at the kitchen table on a Saturday night, my fingers typing this down as music gently makes my heart pound while I fight back the tears. As I tell you that it is okay. It’s okay not knowing what you want to do. It’s okay to be afraid of what life has to offer. It’s okay to be excited. It’s okay. Just close your eyes and breathe, remember that you can do it and continue forward. I have faith in you.

           Fall in love, in true love. Don’t let it be that love you can move on from within a week. If they

break your heart, take the time you need to recover and love again. Care undoubtingly without regret.

Laugh at those corny jokes that used to annoy you so much. Smile with a gentle heart to those who

 give you the ‘death glare’. Cry when you want to, that it is not bad, and it does not make you weaker

 than those who refuse to cry. Don’t try to do things by yourself. Fall onto your knees,close your

eyes, press your hands together and pray with an enormous passion. Know your limits, be proud of

them, and live by using them to the fullest. There is so much more that I can tell you, but you will

find that out on your own. Our identity struggle is the thing I believe impacts our lives the most, the

one that breaks us apart completely, and yet constructs who we really are. You are you, and believe

me, that is completely okay.