No one told me that some days getting out of bed would feel like the hardest challenge I’d ever face. No one told me that I’d be wary of going to sleep in case my dreams weren’t pleasant. Despite the wonderful things in life, despite the miraculous occurrences in my obscure existence, getting up to face the daylight is only half as scary as when it disappears, for in that darkness I’m confronted by all the things I wish I could forget. On top of it, there exists the suffocating guilt. I should be happy. Entirely. I should never feel sad about anything. But as I think of the blessings in my life, I feel the pain of past wounds; I feel the abuse and the damage. I’ve come to live with it. There will be good days. There will be tough days. There will be days when I can feel every blow and see every scar. But I have to believe that for each one of those days, there will be just as many where the smile of a person I care about will remind me that there’s a reason to be alive.
—  Eryne Daymont
In search of a fulfilled life, in a world that requires you to earn your acceptance by society in order to be considered worthy of living. How obscure it is that you must earn right of passage into a life that has always been your gift from God, regardless. Embrace your life as your own, and show God your gratitude for all that He has given you, no matter how much or how little that may seem. Live for you. Live for God.

I need:

  • beauty
  • art
  • literature
  • adventure
  • curiosity
  • sex
  • love
  • passion
  • compassion
  • comfort
  • prayer
  • meditation
  • eternal salvation
  • spiritual depth
  • deep conversation
  • understanding
  • food
  • culture
  • music
  • happiness
  • serenity
  • peace
  • stability
  • excitement
  • depth
  • purpose
  • meaning
  • serendipity
  • more than what life is willing to give me. so I’m going to go out and take what is mine, true fulfillment.
Celebrating Advent means being able to wait. Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespectful hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them. Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting—that is, of hopefully doing without—will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.
—  Dietrich Bonhoeffer, God Is In the Manger.