And I Set My Hear Ablaze 心を燃やせ

Shima, Mie, Japan – Yokoyama Observatory Deck

My last post was a little over 2 years ago. A lot has happened since then. I spirted myself away into another country, I battled demons stronger than I had previously before, I found betrayal at a place where I thought I would find love, I found peace where I thought I would find my end, and I found love again when I thought I had lost it all.

The past two years were a testament to how much I had grown, how strong I had become. Before I tell the tale of the two years gone past, I want to establish who and how I am now.

Who I am now is someone confident in the future, unsure of where it will lead, but with strength and clarity, knowledgeable that I can lead it somewhere meaningful. Who I am is stern and reliable, confident in his own abilities to see the tasks done, to see tomorrow accomplished and today succeded. Who I am is kind, understanding, forgiving, and thankful. To every single person in his life, to the people who helped shape him, to the people who helped save him. To the place that helped heal him, to the people that helped him find peace, to the songs and stories that the shared in a place he called home. To a faraway promise, a distant dream, a happy place, a peaceful place.

How I am is strong, like a pillar of flame, unyeilding to the winds as these fleeting gusts only serves to increase the fervor and vehemancy of my fire. This fire that burns with passion, with a undying heat that stems from a place of love. A person who has learned to feel an emotion once thought lost, to know and have felt love in its most genuine form, and to be able to accept it from others despite how unworthy I feel. How I am is happy, thankful, grateful, excited, and sad. Happy that I got to see all the beautiful things in the past two years. Grateful that I got to experience all the kindness in the past to years. Excited that I get to discover everything that comes after all of this. And sad that there was a life I could have lived, a person who could have existed, a version of me who could have found peace in that town with an ocean view. In that place called Matsusaka, in that place called Japan, the peace of me will always live there.

Listen to my story,

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