The Art of Being Free… The Art of Me..
For so long in my life, I questioned my actions and my thoughts. Trying to fit into a box of REGULAR, otherwise known as NORMAL people. I would think of all the great ideas that GOD shared with me. The idea of getting to know me was the hardest and most tedious. To afraid to express and illustrate I hid. I hid my mind, my emotions, my art, MYSELF. My journey from boy to man was not a quick one. Without a leader to guide, I followed. I followed everyone. running around life looking and longing for something that felt comfortable. Something that felt like “ME”. I was lost, following so many paths; giving many people so much of me, I was empty! I longed for exemplifying, caring, loving people. People who could love me. My life? It was filled,with movers, shakers, takers, lairs, cheaters, and mistreater’s. I was longing to be fulfilled, waiting for that moment for someone, something to complete me. I discovered my discontent in a place of loneliness with no one in my life that really cared, there was no one there to share with! I knew what had to happen, I needed HIM and I needed me! Only I could love me the way GOD intended. After love rained down on me from GOD. I was comfortable in my freedom of expression rather it be emotionally, mentally, physically, or financially I was free from the past!!! the bondage, and mistakes. I’m always and forever loving me.. with an expression and a boldness to conform it!