Perspective Changes Narratives.

There has always been this internal struggle; a unilateral rise and fall of self-worth. The things that remain in possession – the treasures, the accolades and praise – sometimes seem to weigh more than anything that holds value intrinsically. Seemingly continuous blockades of worth. Meanwhile, the immanent triumphs wane in the distance, the fear of failing overwhelms every rational thought. Time continues to carry on, but all movement in it’s physical is halted. The pressure of “wasting time” is crippling enough.

 Time to take a step back.

 Certain events in life cannot be prevented. Such as the conditions at birth and/or the choices that other people make. In the same breath, the things that can be change feel far from feasible; resulting in cyclical still environment of provocative chaos which becomes impressively easy. The process of becoming an innate character of individuality and a conditioned soul is an inevitable pair of dichotomous universes, there must be balance.

 Perspective will change the narrative.

 Past occurrences are exactly that, granted, they have molded the soul throughout life to carry on. Facilitating a compass to navigate around obstacles, becoming a guiding light to self-worth. Something that I have struggled with since I realized that I am my own person; how to separate the darkest hours and being able to clear the lens to see the positivity shining through. There has always been a proclivity to revert to detrimental tendencies, then there’s a glimpse of hope. Circumstances change through effort, the manner of past transgressions provide the opportunity to possess the power of altering EVERYTHING in the future. The very fear of regression does not decide the fate of what’s to come, if accepted. 

Being worthy is a matter of perspective, an introspective discernment. There’s light in it all.