Negativity Is Destruction
By Michaelle McCaskill
We face our obstacles with the perception that we can’t be scarred, but we have to remember that a glow stick has to break before it shines.
As individuals, we seek curiosity. Our minds are the most mendacious part of our bodies. We create scenarios that add to our own pain. We don’t face our actual truths. We pertain to be ready for the obstacles we face so we never have to try. We hide behind pain, desires. Some take their problems head on, and others choose to turn away, but what we have yet to see is, we are obstruction to our own pain, we are the monsters to our own pain. We cling onto the pain like broken relationships or broken homes. No love, no peace, no sanity. Or broken families where sons grow up without fathers and daughters without mothers. Hurt people hurt people. Karma. Pain. God doesn’t like ugly. We don’t look nor call onto Him because we're afraid to be judged. As people we don’t think we deserve to be forgiven. We are alone. We are in pain. We are angry. We perceive the deception to the pain into our own minds. We are hypocrites, selfish, liars, angry... Monsters, but maybe if we looked up to Him, we could fly. It’s heartache, it’s heartbreak. It’s the overwhelming feeling in your chest as if your windpipe can’t release oxygen through your lungs. But some love the pain, and others hate it. We feed into it like it's a drug addiction. We have no control over it. The voices inside our heads that slip in our minds like tides on the ocean floor. It's like experiencing a nightmare that you can’t wake up from, until you're up at 1:00 a.m. and you’ve arrived at the realization that you think you are alone. I tend to believe that at night, we have the undeniable truth that we think that we’re alone. The pain at night becomes unbearable, heavy, but if we called onto God He’ll draw you closer to Him, He has His arms open wide and maybe just maybe, He’ll bring you home.
I was inspired by the illusions in my head as if there was a hamster in a wheel and it kept spinning. I felt that the only way to get the wheel to stop was to write my thoughts out on paper.
Michaelle is a young author from Long Island, NY.
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