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A couple of months ago I published a story entitled “farewell to my beloved greyed hair” and — so much has changed since then.
That gloomy morning I saw the silver strand of hair dangling on my fingertips as some sort of divine omen, I felt a mix of emotions. Moreso — I felt scared and sad. I truly treasured it. To me, it meant the world, as comical as it may seem. That greyed hair strand told me that I was gifted and I was on the right path — spiritually, but when I lost it, I thought to myself “Maybe I’m too far gone” or “Maybe I lost my way searching so deeply for what seemed to me like the truth” But, I am always one who chooses to see the glass half full, and so, I researched the meaning of my departed hair strand. I found that all in all, it meant that a chapter of my life had ended. It’s funny it did not feel like it at the time.
But today as I sit here reflecting on the article, I realize that I have evolved since then. I know this because I no longer see life the way I did back then, I yearn for a kind of stillness and peacefulness in every capacity of my life and I would go to any length to obtain it. But, perhaps the most obvious marker of my evolution is that; I’m no longer afraid of myself, my thoughts, and my beliefs. As a matter of fact, I challenge anyone to question me. I’m no longer scared of the things I know about life (with a kind of…
