Remember the diva, the goddess, the enchantress...she's still there, but society and self-esteem have kept her caged.
Do you remember that person? Full of life, ambition and a reckless optimism that convinced you the world was your oyster. Then someone—or many someones—threw that optimism in your face, crushing it like grass under their shoe. With each new encounter, your ambition lessened, your optimism faded and your lust for life lusted only after solitude. You forgot about that person you once were, or if you remembered, the path back to them was overgrown and unclear. So you stopped looking for a way back to you, and started believing your elder’s mindset that life was hard and fun was meant for others—but not you. My question is why? Why did we give these people that power? Why did we give away our happiness? It’s not a few of us, I don’t know anyone not licking emotional wounds—many still festering and unhealed—all these years later. I finally garnered the courage to write my novels. Not everyone will enjoy or appreciate them—some will hate the books and me and everything I stand for. But I’m not here to please everyone, I’m here to please my soul. No one takes our journey with us, they may walk beside us but no one can view our experiences through our eyes—don’t fret over outside opinions when they don’t know all the nuances of our story. They have their own journey to traverse—let them continue on their way with wishes of hope and love—regardless of what they wished for you. May you find your way home. 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✌️ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ❤️ and 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐤 🐉