Spirit

So who am I? I can not consider myself a bitch because I'm too gentle and afraid to hurt people's feelings. I am like the sun rays, trying to make people happy. I used to go to the extreme to please everyone that cross my path or just people in my life that I consider important, but this is no longer who I am. It's not that I don't care, I just understand that I can't satisfied everyone that come my way. I have grown from the depression. The rebellious phase is over, I don't argue when my mom said something that I feel is wrong, I don't say that I agree with everything she said, but I understand how important love is than arguing. I'm diplomatic, I never raise my voice when I'm angry. I keep my silence and trying to re-think and find a solution to the problem. 

I'm not religious, I don't believe in a God that punish you whenever you make a mistake, I don't read the bible, or nor do I believe in what it says there. I believe in the Spirit that flows freely between life to life. Spirit that inhale and exhale us into existent, Spirit that make us feels alive. 

I'm not these words, I can undress myself with words, but in the end, it's the Spirit that dressed me up with personality and character. Spirit make it possible for me to keep going with my life. I can remain unafraid of life, living like I've never been hurt, there're many things that I can, but one thing is for sure, I can't live without the spirit. 

Spirit is my existent, I am the Spirit. That's who I am. Now and forever.