Today when I looked into the mirror, I saw myself. It's been a while. For so long, when I looked into the mirror, I saw someone else. Someone I didn't recognize. Hungry. Deprived. Depressed. Lost. Hurt. So I became numb to it and began to forget myself.
Today, I looked into the mirror and saw myself, finally.
Today I found myself.
And it's me again. I'm writing, I'm breathing, I'm dancing, I'm singing, I'm finally seeing the light in the darkness and life is making sense again. Pieces are fitting in with each other and my life is not the collection of all the messes I've made and pushed myself into. My life is no longer the dark, deep hole that I was drowning in. Maybe it's spring. Maybe it's the New Day. Maybe my appetite for living is back. After all, that's all there is to life isn't it? Life is just this, it's living. And the hardest yet easiest thing to do in life is to live in it. So here I am, having found myself, I'm tired of just "existing" and I'm ready to live again.
I'm ready to let myself enjoy life again and find laughter in the midst of all the insanity of the world today. With each step I take, I find myself closer to my goals, to my dreams, to my faith.
I'm ready.
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