my fear is my strength

you can feel something, think it in your head and believe it. it is the person bold enough to write it down to be quoted with it. be brave enough to be the one to reveal it.

The sun reminds us that our own shining truth is never extinguished. Our light shines within us at all times, no matter what else occurs around us. Though the sun gives us daily proof of its existence, sometimes our belief in our own light requires more time. Patience. Practice.

This is what I know: memory is the same as water. It permeates and saturates. Quenches and satiates. It can hold you up or pull you under; render you weightless or drown you. It is tangible, but elusive. My memories are like this: the watery dreams of the past I can no more easily grasp than a fistful of the ocean. Some days they buoy me. Other days they threaten me with their dangerous draw. Memory. Water. Our bodies are made of it; it is what we are. I can no longer separate myself from my recollections. On the best days, on the worst days, I believe I have dissolved into them.