28 years of life

As I look back on my 28 years of life, I am becoming more aware of how my journey has prepared me for my next steps. I had a very late awakening but I've come to realize that opening my eyes has allowed everything else to fall into place. Unexplainable feelings now make sense. Misguided determination now has purpose. And, my words are now genuine and carry significance.

My experiences, good and bad, had to have happened for me to see what I see today. The struggle between my mother and father represents more than a sad love story. The various clicks I grew up with as an adolescent was more than mere boredom. All the loves and heartbreaks, I have survived were part of the perfect path to lead me where I am today. Each person was a messenger that has slipped truth and knowledge into my pocket while I was weeping, laughing, or looking elsewhere. Their messages weren't always read right away but definitely were read or will be read when I'm prepared for them.

I have realized that it is not up to us to create our own purpose. We were all born with one. It is up to us to discover what it is . But, like with anything else , you'll only experience what you open yourself up to.