It's the seventh year...

 

It's been seven years.

Seven years since my father passed.

Seven years since my friend passed.

I thought I wouldn't be affected.

When August started, I felt the heaviness weigh upon me.

This year, my Aunt had passed. In the seventh year.

And all these things compounded.

This imaginary deadline loomed over me.

Back then, I thought, in seven years things would be different.

In seven years, things would have changed.

I would have changed.

And life changed in a direction I had not anticipated.

The seven years had passed in a way that I had not imagined.

Have I grown better? No.

But I had a better understanding of how I grew to become the way that I am now.

Have I achieved my dreams? No.

But the dreams changed. And what I wanted is clearer now than it ever was.

I told myself, the seventh year would be the last year before I stepped back out...

I had hoped for things that didn't come to pass. Some things got worst. But I want to do better. For myself.

And then, when that happens, I want to face my Peace.