Once upon a time…
I had lived experiences.
I had a story in which I wanted to tell.
I had a message that I wished to share.
I had created a posting about that experience here, on this very site, some time ago.
… then, one day…
I had chosen to remove myself (via the form of time/energy) and my postings from this service.
I had stated In my ‘final’ message post (which still lives somewhere within the dust-laden stacks of this site): “I came to share a story and ended up staying a few days longer than expected. I am proud to have encountered each and every person that I’ve spoken with; regardless of what may, or may not, have been said.”
I had meant each and every word of that, and I still do.
… but, unfortunately.
I had not been completely forthcoming.
I had failed to mention that part of my decision was out of self-preservation.
I had found positivity, and I had grown fearful of loosing that surrounded by these truths of others.
I had not fully considered all that came along with posting my experience.
Now, with that out of the way, I can write what it is I came back to write in the first place…
A few days ago, after essentially 7-years of general positivity, for a moment I found myself swirling within the darkest depths of my mind’s mind. An eerily familiar place that I have all but since forgotten. It only lasted that single moment before the fear, panic, and worry kicked in, heaving me back up from that place, and back to ‘reality’. Somewhere along the way, that moment was also a reminder for me not to fear the shared humanity that we, to me, are all a part of.
… so, to amend my closing words from my prior ‘final’ message post …
“My goal in life is simply to leave things better than the way I found them, because everything, even a single moment, knows no limits.”