The sugarplums & ferries have no longer befriended me.
It disheartens me to think that I once was convinced, "I'm artsy only when I'm high."
The creativity ran through my veins like a flood in a desert after taking a few hits of a drug that's illegal to most. As my eyes would glaze over, I felt my mind alter to a place of inventive liberty. There was some sense of self-determination; an addicting looseness and lack of heed. The world around me held not a substance comparable to the things my mind reflected. My outlook, attitude and judgement were well associated with being blatantly foolish. With the thought of being brazen in seemingly mistaken areas, I started to question my purpose and if I were fulfilling the reason/s of which I had been created.
Many question God's being. I believe we all come to a point in life where we consider what we regard as truth. We explore to deem touchable, concrete, and physical evidence that something so far fetched could possibly be real, right, and applicable to our everyday lives.
Personally, I've found, it's not just something to believe in. It's something to live for.
I felt initiating my newfound blog interest with personal and private thoughts just might be a good kick off for this fresh and 'fearless' time in my life
The sugarplums & ferries have no longer befriended me, but by the grace of God, I'm sober.