There is a place where hurt sits in the cradle of our souls. It gets deposited there and is pressed in. Once in a while, a cleansing occurs. Almost like how a refiner’s fire separates the gunk from pure gold. We use the treasurable remains of that cleansing to move on and heal. It is a cycle. We keep reinventing ourselves as more than we could ever imagine we could be. Sometimes hurt and self-worthlessness consume us to a point of emotional blindness that nearly amputates us from our own hearts and souls. We were made to be great. Greatness is not measured by material wealth, physical appearance or sleight of hand. It is determined by the amount of times you pull yourself out of the mud of self doubt to the point of helping others see worth in themselves. We’re born with a beating heart, a hungry brain, an inarticulate voice and with others seeing potential in us before we even realise what we are. So, when you’re about to give up and chop yourself down to pieces, remember there is someone who needs your flame, no matter how weak, to light up their own. And that way, you will realise how priceless you are to the universe and those around you.
-Frank Malaba 2018