Live & Let go

Recently came across remnants of my past, and it unveiled deeper feelings about who I’ve become. This old life cast sculpture was a literal and figurative remembrance of all things lost and gained, for better or for worse but nonetheless, a poetic story of my journey with adversity and Muscular Dystrophy. 

I reflected in awe and compassion for my younger self, one that lived in a constant; anxious and fearful of a daunting future I wasn’t sure I’d ever meet with grace. 

It’s been almost 12 years since that mould was made of me and I’m here now—exactly where I’m supposed to be. When I learned of the sculpture breaking, I shed many tears; not because I was in mourning but because it showed me I survived the trauma of my past, and it served as a cathartic experience to release what I so deeply clutched onto. 

Today, the path seems clear as I no longer live in darkness, for I know a lot has been lived and triumphed. Instead, unknowns are met with an optimistic embrace sprinkled with courage. I’ve found purpose, hope, and transcendence to keep me aglow with fire and light—and despite it all, I’m here still fighting this fight, parading around as a living testament to my perseverance. 

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