I was very recently attacked for the way in which I’m walking my journey. I was honestly taken aback. Because to the best of my knowledge I wasn’t hurting anyone, or even inconveniencing anyone, I was just trying to become a better me.
We all have our crosses we bear, we all have our trials and stress and I cannot judge anyone who is trying to not sink but swim and to have strength through struggle. I cannot judge because what is theirs is not mine.
As a people we often make fun of or feud with someone who really might have alot to teach us. Someone who we can help to rise up instead of kick down, someone we can relate to instead of piss on. And we don’t. We think we know all based on very little and we make hypocritical judgments to inevitably let ourselves feel better.
Don’t talk down to my struggle. You don’t know what I went through to be here. And just as love comes for us all, so too does loss. Don’t call me fat so you can feel skinny. Don’t say I’m ugly so that you can be a beauty queen. You gain nothing of value by judging me or another.
Sometimes people chastise you for only cracking the glass yet they miss the effort you put in even to make so small an impact.
They are the non-factors, the distractions, the time bombs and the pot holes. Pay them only as much attention as is needed to avoid them because as annoying as they are, they are temporary. Find your goal point and keep your focus. You are bettering you.
I write to find light in the darkness. I write for readjustment and renewal. It’s been nearly a year since my fall and my life has changed in all the ways that made me, me. And even so, I rise, I get up, I get better.