Holding Hands

My life just can't be over. It just can't! I won't accept that there isn't anything more I can do or anything more I can contribute. I have to believe and hold on to that belief that there is a reason I am here, and that I will find joy, peace and fulfillment in my life. I'm not willing to give up....And I'm not waiting for another's helping hand to hold this time. I know now I must hold on and find my own helping hand within myself.

I dig deep inside everyday to find the strength to continue. Not just to survive, but to be alive and all that means to me. I reach out and in to grasp hold of my spirit and look to align myself to find purpose...To dry away my tears and handle and face my fears with all the power within. I search and keep searching to find that connection I know is waiting to be found. I have accepted the idea that there is a reason and a purpose for us all...That we all belong, and deserve to be here. I've also learned that just the idea, thinking of it, isn't what makes the connection...it's the feeling...it's the actual knowing...it's that that I long for. That is what I crave....to experience that shift.

I look to live in gratitude, and to treat life as a gift to be cherished and cared for through all sorts of times. To know no matter what I'm doing that I'm doing my \"thing\". Not be swayed from my truth, and follow the path that's set forth. To finish here on earth what I have started.

Some say in order to have happiness and success you must first be your own best friend. I ask myself what I do with my best friends. Well, I love them and hold their hand through good times and bad. So that has been and is my soul's search, reaching out and in to grab hold of my own hand, and when that happens to never let go.