My Inner Peace…

Imagine me if you must. Someone you once knew. Someone perhaps you’d like, or better yet, imagine me…as you.

As a kid, I was thought of as someone who’s out of the ordinary… or maybe, that’s how others tell me. I was…well, cute…and I could sing. People from all places who knew my mom, knew that I could sing…and they’d ask me to. Without hesitation, I would, and that never failed to leave smiling marks on people’s faces. There were people who loved me, and people who… I find so hard to please. At school, during breaks and recess, there was never a day that I wasn’t with anyone, or any friend. I was always surrounded with kids my age. I had friends then, but, I always felt…alone.

I knew there was something wrong, I knew there was something different. Something, out of the ordinary. I was a kid then, I didn’t know anything about life and how to live it, but, something hit me. I came across the line, "the grass is greener on the other side.." but, you see… I never crossed the fence. I was so scared of leaving my comfort zone.. the zone, I had started to learn to live..the zone that everyone else was building.

I never crossed the fence…until that frightful night. The night that felt like it was

the last night of my happy life. That frightful night when I was trapped inside a  space…a cell… a chamber. Where all I could see was darkness, and the devil..smiling. Giving me that look of victory over my weariness. There was no one to blame, because really, no one could’ve stopped it. I was drawn into darkness, even though I fought so gallantly to find my way back into the light…back into innocence… I was consumed. It was then that my mind was opened to a whole now world of existence.

Many years have now passed. A lot of things has happened. I was able to graduate from college, got me a job, and then a better one, and a better one. Friends came and some left. New things learned, and some, forcefully forgotten. Lessons learned… Good, bad, and wretched-lousy relationships drew their own marks in my life…

  With all these things, only this I am most certain: Some injuries can be healed overtime… Some are just too hard to deal with.

Imagine me if you must. Someone you once knew. Someone perhaps you’d like, or better yet, imagine me…as you.

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