It's All in That Fist of Mine!


For the past months... Things got harder, issues got bigger, emotions went harsher... In all of that, I came down with myself and started a domestic inquiry on myself.

Questions:

1. What do you have?
2. Who are you?
3. Who do you want to be?

Those three, really short stuff but it occupies your mind for the longest time ever. I could answer them all but really, could I answer them?


I wouldn't say I did, but I have a draft of it not an answer sheet of it. There are more editing, spellchecks, grammar checks and what-so-ever checks that's needed to be done.


So many twigs come out from those roots... I don't even know for sure where these twigs are leading me to, which direction is it growing towards, and whether it will flower in the end... I just know that there are three branches and a trunk that will hold me up through the process... As for whether it'll flower or not, I know for sure that it will be there somewhere, big or small, tall or short, it will be there...


The three answer that wouldn't change are;
1. All I have is my heart which is the size of my fist.
2. Who I am is what my heart is.
3. I want to be what my heart desires me to be.

I'm not so big after all, for all I really have is only one thing, my heart which is just a fistful. After all, I'm only human.

If I only have a fistful, I should take really good care of it, protect it and treasure it.

Just to add a gist of cheese to it;

"If I am willing to give you my heart, do you know how much that means?"

xoxo,
me