A BLESSING AND A CURSE

Tonight, I drank a glass of wine… it’s a blessing and a curse. The beautiful soothing notes in the flavors entice one into a relaxed state of blissful forgetfulness and yet, if taken too often, it can become a sinful delicacy of escape from reality. As with all things in life, everything can be a blessing and a curse.

This made me think and re-evaluate my life… the life that made me write my stories. I began telling stories to deflect tension from the outside pressures, to let my youngest sibling escape the reality of what was very dark in our childhood home. The pleasure I found in transporting a soul out of reality and letting her drift in the inciting thrill of laughter was the fire that led to where I am at.

Yes, at the beginning, it was to entertain her, but then it became something I practiced, to uplift the mood of the souls, with somber moods, around me. It fed my soul positively. It became an addiction. I daydreamed in order to escape my surroundings and to escape reality, to focus on something I could control. Somewhere, where I could drift between perfect stories and outcomes to problematic situations. With this I, unbeknownst, took myself on a journey of evolving into a storyteller who feels compelled to put my stories on paper for the enjoyment of others.

As with everything, practice makes perfect and although life will never be perfect by design, I can write imperfectly perfect stories to entertain and refocus the mind into a state of relaxation and bliss. It’s addictive to see people smile, relax and forget about the brutal reality of life.

It’s now a blessing and a curse and my mission was set in stone at a very young age.

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