That moment just at the end of a breath yet before the pause of the next.

There is a sadness in the air this morning. Not a bad sadness. Not a depressing sadness. Just a sadness of acceptance. I really can’t explain beyond that. As always, words fail. They always fail.

Anyway – sadness. Sometimes I just have to accept what I feel without judging what I feel. The world would have me believe there’s something wrong with me. That somehow feeling an emotion God created me to feel is a failing. That I’m ill, broken, diseased. How can that be true? How can experiencing what I am designed to experience be wrong?

Sigh. Sometimes I think people don’t want me to feel because they don’t want to feel. They are afraid of their fears, their hurts, their pain. If they see it in others it only reminds them of their own.

Enough. I am as I am meant to be. If my light shines too brightly on you then turn away. Look down. Avert your gaze. I do not exist to make you feel comfortable. I do not exist to make your life easy. Your a grown ass adult, live like one. Stop making others behave in a manner so that you are prevented from seeing all of yourself. Do not push your cowardice onto me.