My Life Is Like a Ceiling
So I was staring at a ceiling recently and I realized my life's a lot like a ceiling. It's there, but I never really pay attention to it. It's not until I stopped, laid down, and looked at it that I noticed all the tiny cracks, mismatched paint splotches, and started imaging little faces in the shapes. It's when I look at things differently that I realized life is beautiful and can be so full! People tell me that where ever I run, there I am, and I get their point. I do. But who says I'm running away? Why can't it be that I'm running towards something? I want freedom over comfort. I want to look in the mirror and not hate the man looking back at me. I've been selfish, I've been rude, self absorbed, lazy, unwilling to change, and too unwilling to find a sense of peace from just myself. I've allowed addiction to be my escape and I've excused my own actions while simultaneously refusing others the same grace. I want to change, like a caterpillar...