When i'm not chasing the rabbit...

I never really felt that I fit in there. My stress level always resided on the higher end no matter what. It was as if I was holding my breath for five years.

It’s troubling to feel like you still do not know anything even as the years slip away.

Just

keep

holding

it…

Hindsight is always twenty twenty and now looking back I wonder how I did not rescue my soul sooner. How I let it lay there hurt and shackled. 

It’s interesting how the fear of variation, the fear of something fresh, the fear of the strange, the fear of consequence creates four thick walls around us.

Just

keep

holding

it….

It’s easier to stay behind the walls then to figure a way out. Just keep ‘yer head down and trudge on….

I always wish that I had the ability to make a change before things become to insufferable.Inevitably you reach your breaking pointas you question, “WHAT AM I DOING!”

I

CANT

keep

holding

it…

It is at this point when something clicks and the courage to move on has come. It rushes in fast and quick propelling you forward. 

With my head down in the cage of darkness I fumbled around desperate for a way out. Struggling. Apprehensive. Fearful.

I

CANT

keep

holding

it…

It wasn’t until I finally looked up did I realize that I could make my escape. Light bulb moment. Once you take your blinders off change is imminent. Aspire. Hopeful. Content.

It’s comforting to find a place were you feel like you fit. Nothing is forced. Your hard work instead slides you smoothly as you fill the missing piece.

And

Exhale.

 What a rush a breath of fresh air feels like.