I woke up today on such a low key. How could anyone possibly cry in their waking moments? I had such a terrible time. I did. I was struggling so much and was crying out for God's peace, for God to just take hold of every moment and every emotion within me.
It's so difficult to find someone with the same wavelength to speak to, it's so difficult to honestly and truthfully share my thoughts with people, people who could understand what I feel, how I feel, and why I feel the way I do during these times of travel. I have came across so many different people from all walks of life. And I truly want to let loose these emotions and tell people what I have thought, what I felt and what I have seen as I traveled. But it's not easy to find somebody who would truly understand what I say. Not because my thoughts are sophisticated but because it's so hard to articulate my thoughts. They are all over the place. And for anyone to truly be able to understand would have to be someone who has the same wavelength as me, somebody who understands the way I think things.
But I couldn't confide in anyone. I tried. But no one was there.
And I could only let my tears fall, as if they were telling stories, telling my thoughts.
Do not get me wrong, life is good. But perhaps I have been just too overwhelmed with what I have seen, felt and thought.
"Today, people are so disconnected that they feel they are blades of grass, but when they know who their grandparents and great-grandparents were, they become trees, they have roots, they can no longer be mowed down" - Maya Angelou