I believe that getting through obstacles in life successfully has nothing to do with physical strength, but that of mind and character.
Many years prier to the age of fifteen I was physically and mentally abused by my parents. After finally reporting them to the authorities I was put in a group home and then shipped off to boarding school in South Carolina.
When I had arrived I was stripped of everything I had ever owned and was given one pair of clothes that were ripped, worn and, looked like rags you would use to scrub the floor with. This place consisted of silence for talking, smiling and, using any body language was prohibited. This place was not only a place to break troubled ones and their bad habits, but to break down the light that dwelled within, the light that makes them who they are.
The mind in my perspective can be a friend or a foe. Through my experiences I have learned that we as humans let our minds be controlled by the emotions that we have received from current events, may it be bad or good. it takes a strong person to over come there problems without letting their emotions get in the way. I have learned to love myself despite the weight of every bodies weight on my shoulders. This day of age courage and the will to keep ones sanity is almost a luxury. Where karma confuses those who have been wronged so many times, for those who trip you on the way in.
Humor and the ability to live past your short comings is a taint few can posses. It takes a traumatic event, a death, a pain to force you to see life how it is. Not the happy fairy tale people with to believe. My life…my experience make me who I am. I have been there for myself, and I never let myself down. I will never regret the person I have become, because the person I was before could not stand against the wrath of the world. Through the dark, my life is a blessing not a curse. It showed me the way to the light…to the happiness. My traits will forever stain me…the truthful stains made to close the wounds that for so long held me back in my life. Though I can never look back, I keep the memories of my pain as a reason to force my way into the future. No one ever has a clean slate…This I believe.
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