Peace within words and blood through thought

Being at peace with myself was never as important as it is now.

There are events in our lives that we consider tragedies or unfortunate. Without knowing, I never accepted an event that disappointed me and avoided the topic as the plague. Not wanting to accept it happened, that it hurt me and I would now have to live with it. I later than distanced myself from others, not knowing why but also not wanting to know why. At this point I was aware of what occurred around me, through me and because of me so, I wasn’t lost but the complete opposite. I was over aware of my life, of myself and where I stood.

I couldn’t help but think how I didn’t want to talk to anyone anymore. How I didn’t want to communicate what was taken for granted in me. No, I would not give anyone that gift-the gift of my words.

I have a huge yearning to write. To write my deepest thoughts and express my feelings through precious words. Words that are dead on their own but come to life with my breathe. I find it funny how words would be insignificant without me, whereas I would also be empty if it weren’t for their existence. How amazing and beautiful it would be, if instead of bleeding blood I bleed words?

I can’t imagine myself to ever stop writing. I can’t live if I can’t express myself, and for me it’s through words.

To find peace with myself, words in the form of blood and blood in the form of thought taught me the minute I reject anything in my life, I reject myself. Is not my life the image of who I am? And so I accept my “tragedy”, with the words to move on and the peace to take control over myself. Power is control as knowledge is acceptance.

Words bring me peace. What brings you peace?

Gabriela