There aren't many things we can choose about our lives, but I think that we can choose the shape of our souls. Weather or not it's a painting, or a statue. Textured, or smooth we mold who we are to ourselves.
"The struggle is the path"
This concept has stuck with me, maybe you're more familiar with "Embrace
the suck"
Staying in the moment is hard, being present when things hurt is hard.
I try to maintain the image of my soul, and try to decide what shape it should be.
I try to be honest with myself, to see the cracks and do my best to mend
them
But it's hard everything is hard. It's even harder to try to maintain
myself while my family is in turmoil.
I feel trapped in my own body, even though I love my life, and my family.
I sometimes wish I could be two people at the same time. Live two lives in
parallel.
but alas I cannot, we cannot. Though we can do out best to live our one life the best we can