Why is it that sometimes we have to literally force ourselves to slow down to appreciate the present? Society throws so much at us all at once and it’s so easy to fall into the trap of trying to keep up.
But the thing is, why do we feel the need to “keep up”? I mean…keep up with who? And for what?
When you think of being authentic, you would think that it wouldn’t be hard to do right? I mean, how difficult could it be to be yourself?
The problem comes with not fully understanding who you are. It comes with not taking the time to face what you’ve discovered about yourself along your journey. Frustrations surface when you tuck the discoveries away that you don’t quite understand, pretending that it’s not inside of you instead of exploring it. But it is…and it’s begging to be seen.
I turned 30 last September and I have to be honest, I haven't really appreciated it until now.
In all honesty, turning thirty freaked me out. I kept thinking about how my twenties were going to be just a memory, how I wasn't yet married, and how I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be in life. Time just seemed to be moving so swiftly. I wasn't ready to be thirty quite yet. What did being thirty mean anyway?
We had to fight...yes, fight, to see the beauty within ourselves when you told us it wasn't there.
We looked deep within ourselves, past the hurt, pain, and your hate for our skin to find that beam of light flickering in the midst of our rage.
And yet,
we found a way to celebrate who we are as black people. Because if we didn't who would've?
