I burst into tears sometimes

I burst into tears sometimes. Maybe it's a song I heard; maybe it's an article I read. My mind is so full of thoughts of the past, thoughts of my present and dreams of my future. Why? Why not? Maybe, maybe not, should, should not, could, just could not. I guess I am coming up to a milestone age, I am really going deep. Liking myself a lot lately. Standing up for myself and who I am is okay. I remember Oprah talking about that, it must be a milestone thing. Its cliché but I tried to be who I thought I should have been but I have been drawn to the path of who I have to be by the sheer magnetism of destiny, the allure of being all, all that I could be. The music hasn't been sweeter, the good food hasn't tasted so good. Really, somehow, food tastes better these days. But back to the philosophical.

Here's the thing, bad is good. Somehow, bad is not bad at all. Well maybe there are some really bad things but the things we think are bad help us so much. Good does not really help at all actually. Good is the prize for getting through bad. The negative experiences have molded me, brought me down, down low. I became a very strange person actually.

But then I forgave myself. I released myself from all that I thought I needed to be and now I am focused on only being who I want to be, who I need to be for me. Yes, it is selfish and that too is good because once I am good to me, I can be good to everybody. And I forgave everybody else too and I now I finally have peace. I really did, I forgave everybody and
I moved on.