Technology takes away the color.

You see, technology takes away the color.

Or, at least, it takes away your ability to be able to notice it.

The overstimulation is far too strong of a drug to have balance with in your daily life. I don’t think any of us would be great at managing a heavy cocaine addiction and being able to find fulfillment in other ways in your life.

And yet, here I am, offering a refreshing glass of water to the perpetual addict.

I even find myself turning that glass of water down far too often.

Choosing to breathe in the stagnant air over the breeze that quietly drifts between the trees. Perilously giving up all promise and potential for the future in exchange for the cheap highs of instant gratification.

All too often forgetting how precious time is.

How you simply cannot create without clarity.

Nothing pure, at least, that oozes from deep within your authentic soul, at least.

I simply have no choice but to find a way to be the hero to my own story now. To claw back my attention and pull myself back onto the eternal path of growth. To find a new and different me on the other side and to embrace all it may be.

Even in the discomfort. Even in the pain.

It is simply the only way I can continue the healing I have avoided for far too long.

It is simply the only way I can find the strength to finish this life out with.

To honor all those who have always loved me with such a pure and unconditional love.

Who have always seen so, so much more in me than I have ever been able to see in myself.