It’s been a year now, yet even as I return to this journal, and read what I’ve written, images of my past come to mind. And I realize my past isn’t really quite how I’ve envisioned it.

It’s so much better.

Too long have I deluded myself, thinking myself broken beyond belief, trying to change my person, thinking I could never be as I was then. And yet who I am now, doesn’t quite seem so different.

And its okay.

All those years in my attempt to change, I wore layers upon layers of masks, changing behaviors, but not hearts. Always peering at my outward, failing to see within. No longer.

I want to be real, its the only way I’ll ever experience acceptance. Only by peeling away the layers can others ever see me.

I want to be genuine, its the only way I’ll ever be able to live Love as He did, for He wasn’t afraid to show His true self, even the parts the world hated.

If I am to be truly loved, I must be prepared to be hated. If I am to truly love, I need to stop guarding myself against others.

Cos genuine love, comes from genuine people. =)

Strength, is meant to protect the weak

Gifts, are given to serve the broken

Wealth, that we may shelter the weary

Life, that we may learn to Love


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