No longer expecting a saviour...

I am at a point in my life when my heart burns with passion, and my faith is at its peak. I feel like I have my destiny by the horns, and I am at the pinnacle of my preconceived desires materialising in ways I never truly imagined. I force myself to believe beyond my minds eye and see the light, the energy that will fill my half full cup to the brim, and overflow with joyous life experiences. I will think it, see it, and live it. I will expand.

But these type of revelations don't come without a price. Extreme anxiety, fear, exhaustion, and lack of other viable options are what caused me to surrender everything. I found that desperation is the raw material I need for drastic change. Crisis spurs within me critical, dramatic shifts of my psyche. Only when I am willing to lose everything will I have the courage to try. Now that I am desperate, I am dangerous. I am also ripe for transformation.