It has the ability to become a narrator of life; the capability of allowing it to be truly lived instead of just survived.
It’s much easier to see the faults in something, or someone, than to admit I have a barrage of my own.
Sure enough, the side mirror slammed into the mailbox and immediately fell off it’s hinges. I hit the brakes and felt the rush of panic and remorse come over me.
We can choose to succumb to the lies, or we can acknowledge the truth and grow. Accepting truth, walking in perseverance, and embracing bravery can decrease the power that certain anxieties have over us.
What we have to remind ourselves is trust is a gradual process that takes time, effort and commitment; you have to start with the small stuff before you can trust with the big.
Hear stories and listen to what makes each person their individual selves instead of placing them into a box. Be good to one another. Be kind and open, and be a human to a human.