I am afraid that I will not have enough courage, but I cannot hide anymore behind the excuse that my life has been too difficult and it is impossible to find happiness.
I will no longer allow the tragedies that have consumed my emotions for almost two decades to define my emotions.
I will no longer permit my past to pave a sad, grey pathway to my future.
Today I will begin, quietly at first, by chipping a bit of mortar away with the sheer force of my will. Or maybe I will simply shove hard against the rough bricks encasing the broken shards of my long lost hope.
When I see that the wall’s insurmountable presence has been made strong only with the power of my mind, I will work harder. I will scrape against the coarse concrete with the fingernails of my determination, until I see a bit of light streaming through the obstacle I have built in the hopes of protecting a heart broken by torment and misery.
Yes, this wall was built long ago, but today is the day I will begin tearing it down.
Please pray for me.
This little work of fiction is linked to week 58 of Saturday Centus.
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