in a parallel universe

in a parallel universe

I am a wide-eyed Caucasian girl, living in a world where everybody feels beautiful. I am told that money don't matter; i grow up with furry little companions and the smell of pine forests, living beside lakes and learning that nature is my home.
Sprawled beneath the covers, I discover it's a chilly morning. I pick up my favourite books from late night reading and stack them by my daybed. Looking outside, i marvel at the way my window frames the mountains in a moment too perfect. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I could live like this forever.

in a parallel universe

I am a girl who doesn't need to crumble at the expectations of this world. I am fearless and willing to take chances. I am full of wonder and excitement; I can photograph people on the streets and not get rejected. I can bag pack my favourite countries, go on late night adventures because I am not targeted. I am licensed to be bold and in power and no one knows what gender discrimination is because it simply doesn't exist.

in a parallel universe

I am always a child. i am happy with how imperfect life can be because I've been taught that it only makes me stronger. I live in a world where there is no sorrow, no shame, no pain and no emotion aside from joy that makes my heart thump with excitement and my lips part to sing. Here, I am taught to love beyond myself and I am never plagued with evil thoughts. Here, I am constantly near to the love of my life and being near to him gives me a sense of security, a sense of peace that transcends all understanding. When he is with me, I thirst no more, I hunger no more, because his presence alone fills a void in my heart no one/ no tangible thing can fill.

in this universe

and at many points in time, the weight of the world becomes too heavy and worldly burdens become too hard to carry. I stop in my tracks and I kneel at the feet of Jesus, where my problems melt away and my weariness is exchanged for new vision and new motivation which are like bandages to my sore feet; Where it is okay to be weak and it's okay to think about a better world once in awhile- a world I will eventually call home.

for now,
that gives me the strength to pick up my cross, dust my knees and simply just trudge on.