Once upon a time, I wrote. I wrote with all the inks I could find—funny ink, weird ink, compassion tinted ink, broken hearted ink, head over heels ink, reality ink, daydream ink, memory ink. One day, someone didn't like my daydream ink. It was too lofty and foolish—far grander than their daydream ink. I should have used more reality with it. So I put it away. I wrote with reality ink instead. But I forgot the sugar-coating on my reality ink. And I didn't realize it was supposed to be tinted with fiction ink and pretention ink. I had fiction ink, but without the pretention ink, I put my reality ink away. Each time I wrote, there was always a reason it was all wrong. My funny ink was too crude or candid. My weird ink was an embarrassment to others. My memory ink made fake people uncomfortable with it's authenticity. There was no pleasing them. I put my inks away. All those words I would have written jumbled, swirled, filled, and fueled inside of me. When they bubbled to the point of spilling out, I would reach for my inks. But they were all wrong. Where was my funny ink? Where was my compassionate ink? Where was the weird ink? I could find angry ink, hurt ink, or sarcastic ink—not even the GOOD one, the mean one. There was plenty of bitter or disappointed ink. My good inks were nowhere to be found. I had a choice. I could write with a ink I'd rather not write with, or simply not write at all. So I quit. They never liked what I wrote anyway, all I ever heard about was the wrong inks. Of course, now I see my mistake. I gave up a part of my every-day-life for people who are only part of my only-when-its-convenient life. I traded something I loved for people who still don't love me—soemthing that was healthy for me, for individuals who have only hurt me. It's time to get my inks out. If I reach for an ink and I find the bitter ink or the disappointed ink...maybe I can tint it with my compassion ink and find the perfect shade for the words that need to be written. Thanks to @apeaceofwerk for sharing. I've had the words, but they didn't come together until God placed the art in front of me. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDPtOcunC09/?igshid=1wwcvz77fl8uk
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