Thrived amidst flames that set my soul on fire because the light in my humanity shone brighter.
Lost so much good that could be if I let myself believe in good people and shove off the bad that often or so only came my way.
I’ll remind you about the party you declined because you felt heavy and stayed locked up and later found out the people in it got arrested. When life hits you so hard with a brick on the head, shake it if you can, dust hair and focus on the sunshine.
Sadness saved me from so many bad decisions I’d have made were I a bit happier at the moment.
Talk about the nights you stayed up on an episode because insomnia gnawed you. Owh and the crush you ignored because when he texted, chaos was rummaging your soul and mind. How sadness saved you from the consequences of minutes of pleasure.
Got called mentally broken or perhaps a bore when you turned down them road trips.
Maybe I was mentally broken but I walk in pride on the fruits of my sadness. Sadness saved you, you mistook it for maturity and said, “you matured of age I matured of pain”. No black child! You did not mature, you just never made bad decisions because your sadness made you dormant of choices. I know am not the only one who got saved by sadness. Why is it so easy to turn to GOD when you’re breaking down, falling apart or in crisis.
You got saved by your troubles, by the cloud on your sky. Too bad pleasure is mostly always connected to sin. It’s even worse so many of you mistake pain for maturity! Nooooo
Sorry! You could struggling and still stupid. Do not yap of maturity off pain! It’s a process not weighed by pain but integrity. The sad you only saved you from bad decisions and that’s all there was!