Life is like this stone on fire rolling down a hill. Fire is life but in chaos sometimes. It's still naturally occurring but unpredictable. I like fire. I always have since I was a child. The not unknowing is the easy part it just happens.
This week has felt like fire. I wish I found hope in these things but it's very hard to see the lessons to learn in impossible moments of reason. Most of us could have been Breanna Taylor. That is a hard fact to rest on. I see all of this and I don't wish to be the stone anymore I wish to be the fire. I don't know that either is my nature. I was born to be the hill. Things happen good and bad but the hill is still the hill. I don't know that I have the resilience I need for all of this so I took some time off to morn all of it so I could start making again with honesty.
rest in the moments of not being on fire and plan to live in the scares you don't deserve. Change has to come.
