Love Yourself

I like to think that I am part of an ongoing story that started way before me and will continue even past my demise. A chapter in a really long heart wrenching, unpredictable text that seems to have no end in sight. I hope that when the omniscient reader gets to my chapter he/she/they will laugh and cry and scream in horror because I want my chapter to be nothing more or less than a story about a young black African woman trying to find her place in this mosaic called life.

We tend to look for validity outside of ourselves, I have been a victim to that, looking for myself in other people. Trying to ask the question, who am I and what is my purpose? Why am I here?  That was a mistake,I can not possibly have the answers to all that. I did not choose to be born, and my death can come at the hands of any factors. I am in existence right now because of a series of events that clashed together like a universal big bang and I’m starting to think my purpose in life is to simply learn more about who I am.

My purpose is to learn as many weird and whimsical things as I can or acquire new skills at every turn. There is no limit to what I can achieve if I trust myself and the only way I can do that is if I know myself.

I have changed my line of self questioning now to reflect a more self inquisitive approach. What would you like to learn? What would you like to experience? And what steps should I take to achieve that?

I believe that this life is meant for mistakes, fall seven times and get up eight and with this new decorum I have started learning new stuff about myself, learning that I in fact do not particularly like watermelon or that I am not really afraid of heights but rather situations that look like there might be a slight chance of physical pain.

I learned that I love learning languages and started practicing

Hangul of all things and I learned that I had more power than I ever imagined whilst avoiding toxic situations. I learned that I am capable with all that I know and started going for those goals that seemed a bit too far out of reach.

Self love really is a wonder and a magnet, it attracts like minded people and is also often times contagious especially if you are steadfast in your individual self love affair.

When we start nourishing the root, the tree will grow strong and tall and with this in mind one should always say positive things to one’s reflection. “You did great today Precious, I’m proud of you.” You'll be surprised at how great it feels to hear your own voice say it and soon enough you wont need validation from anyone else but yourself and the Creator.

I know my chapter in this book is only just really beginning and there is still perhaps a long way to go, but for now I love the protagonist.