Photo Credit - Paul Dex
Sometimes you go through things in life in order to learn a valuable lesson that you may otherwise remain ignorant too. In my early twenties I learned a valuable lesson about love and relationships and how to deal with the loss of something that was once the focal point of my life.
I learned that love is a curious disease that infects indiscriminately often times causing blindness and self loathing and then suddenly slips away, causing withdrawal symptoms seen seldom elsewhere.
Exile is a common experimental treatment subjects employ to deal with this loss of love. Isolation and rehabilitation can be attained most successfully by summoning the sadness, anger and emptiness into positive energy during a period of improvement and many times a search for deeper meaning.
We will all love and we will all lose one way or another, this is one of the only inevitabilities in this torturous game.
I have loved and I have lost, fallen into exile & solitary spaces in which I have decided to pursue the route of self improvement through sacrifice.
Isolation has hardened my heart. My acceptance of mediocrity is waning and desire to excel and make the world my own is shining through. I write this tonight not to dance around an idea, but to state unequivocally, that love, success, excellence and anything else I desire is ripe for the picking.
With my walkabout around the world complete, I am now ready to take the world by storm. Love tore me down, so I could grow stronger. Now I am stronger than ever, confident in my mind, body and my abilities. My time is now.