Who are we, if not a collection of the things that have happened to us?
Our experiences they are part of us – part of what makes us grow, of what makes us learn, and of what makes us whole.
My hurt my pain my tears and heart ache. The feeling inside that I cannot escape, the emotion I cannot turn off, the fear, the doubt, the anxiousness, and the pain. The pain that runs so deep I have no choice but to feel it. That there is what, in part, makes me who I am.
My suffering – it is what gives me my empathy, my love for strangers, my hopes for a better world. My tears they are what gives me my strength.
My past – it makes me who I am.
And in every beat that my heart gives there is a hope that others can learn from my past, my pain and most importantly my faith that we can all heal…
To me, we are all a compilation of our emotions – a collection of experiences that make us feel what we feel – that make us who we are…