It’s been utmost clearest that one’s capability to be creative has dramatically come to a raving holt, without sounding pitiful. Still holding faith within one’s mind, body, and soul; but still having a hard time adjusting to this newly reformed life. That one has resorted to in the last year or so, call it as you may but in life. Sometimes we aren’t always given as many options in which was hoped for years prior. Nearly but hardly even being able to provide the exact resources and failing traumatically. While its easiest to look from a far and view the viewer that they are viewing is in fact incapable to conquer the unconquerable. Having much self-doubt and self-absorbed sensibility has caused a crucial disfunction in one’s daily escapades, situations, scenarios, as well as unacclaimed instances that have yet to transpire.

While holding a significant amount of chaos, it becomes exhausting for an individual to fully allow themselves to be freed from the mind in which they have longed to escape from. Sooner before later this specific individual loses their sense of life. Sense of life meaning what brings them happiness and joy, as well as what makes them the best particular in which they may assume to be and/or whom they have yet become. With a fixed state of mind, this individual begins to lay out their options weighing out the pros, cons, negatives and positives. Hardly, reaching a set goal and feeling a lifeless stagnation. It was as if one was drowning in their own precise mayhem.

Many trial and errors began to arise quite frequently than anticipated, many if not all struggles start to cause this struggler to continue to be struggling. Much havoc begins to take course, leaving the individual alone, useless, and powerless. Feeling like one is crashing and burning almost every which way they turn, dead end after dead end but still not acknowledging that they are in fact rising and growing through each one these struggling triumphs. Regardless if the progress is shown or not, whenever one gets knocked down, this leaves one with a hardy sense of direction. This meaning that although one is begging and fighting every day they are growing through those unbalanced, and unacclaimed obstacles.

Haunted by their own decisions, while also being consumed with such a hurt that it had painted their soul for all eternity. Slowly regaining the ability to find who they are again without the self-absorbed doubt. Realizing that although one has fallen harder than ever before, we have spent enough time in hiding it’s time to show the world who we are and who we are is great. That even though one has fallen, lost their way, and may have to start fresh. It’s entirely better to arise to every occasion and be presently precise than to be filled with a dismantled and disassociated disfunction. Taking all this time spent and turning the page and realizing this was only a chapter.

By : Kelsie Lynn Sciacca