Do you ever wonder, or even think about where you come from? I’m not talking about your family, country of origin, or even your blood lineage. I’m talking about the person you have become, due to your life experiences. It’s those little nuances, which you and I usually refer to as, “life experiences”, which carve themselves deeply into, and nestle themselves fervently into our fragile psyches. Some of us come from a home, which one of our parents haphazardly decided to break. Some of us come from an interpersonal relationship, which revealed itself to be one sided. Some of us come from a horrendous amount of trauma, which was more than likely given by one whom claimed to have love for us. Some of us come from a specific type of mental anguish, which will forever haunt every single waking moment, until we transcend this mortal coil. Some of us come from ourselves, as only our true selves, will allow us to find the mental and spiritual health we will truly need, in order to defeat the atrocities of the external realm, and to finally possess the inner strength and love we need, in order to survive this contorted life.
G.G. Kalfas 