The Life Of A Sensitive Soul
The road is long, the destination not yet realized. Joy is interspersed with sadness. Smiles alternate with tears.
This is the life of a sensitive soul.
We all share the common quest of wanting to fit in, to be valued and feel like we matter. Without it we feel set adrift in a place of isolation.
Odd man out. Overlooked. On the outside. Excluded. Neglected. Forgotten.
Everyone has two choices. Either we can wallow in self-pity, crying that life isn't fair. This is certainly a path that can lead to self-destruction.
Or we can choose to face our reality, knowing that we can never be all things to all people. Recognize our truth, accept it and be grateful.
And then move on.
The blessings we can allow ourselves to experience lies in our ability to love one another despite our differences. This can be very freeing. And once we've done the work and learned how to master that skill, life will be so much sweeter.
I'll meet you on that side.
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NOTE: I made it! This is the last day of National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) for the month of November. It was an important exercise that taught me I can set aside time every day to write. Hooray!
It was my great fortune to be in the company of a group of talented women writers who took this journey with me. We read and commented on each other's posts every day. Through their stories I learned more about the art of good writing and the many gifts of friendship. I thank every one of them.