A Story of a Ghost.

Emotions are weak. They prey on people who listen to their whims. People act in ways that hurt them, and sometimes they lose all that they are.

So, was I. I have lived long enough in this world to know when I am acting weak. You may say, “Oh, isn’t that a bit harsh to say.” And I would reply, “Huh! I didn’t know. Guess I have no emotions after all.”

I was not a strong breed once. I was weak, a baby. And I hated every bit of me. Do you know why? Because I did not like being weak. I avoided accountability, and responsibility, made excuses, hid behind, and you are saying that’s okay. Well, then, I guess we are all f’ed up.

I’ll tell you what’s weak. Not being disciplined. Making excuses. Blaming others. Acting like an irresponsible person. Not becoming accountable. Not understanding that your mind is playing tricks on you and acting emotionally. This is what weak means.

But I pushed myself through it. See, I had a fire within me, that burned brighter than ever. I have dreams and goals that I want to achieve. And, that, I cannot achieve by being weak. So, I had to rebuild myself.

It wasn’t easy. I broke myself apart. Every part, every skin, muscle, bone, and nerve. I broke myself until I was an open wound. Then, I let the time do the work. I became calloused. I became hard. And now, I am unto ruling a kingdom.

I cried, I withered, I shed, I became alone, I became scared, I became a nobody, and then I became a GHOST.