“There are only two ways to live your life…”

I was born in the industrial town of Elizabeth, NJ. We were surrounded by the Singer factory, the Exxon refinery, and Port Newark-Elizabeth Marine Terminal. It was an industrialized inner city. The joke was you could smell when you were in Elizabeth. I grew up surrounded by a thousand shades of grey, everywhere you looked. In an environment like this, negativity abounds, as if your surroundings are constantly confirming the bleakness of life, making you question the nature of your own existence.
Even some of the adults in my life tried to convince me that life sucked-life’s a bitch then you die. In my teens, my mother’s former boyfriend, during a lengthy philosophical conversation, told me we were actually all living in hell, literally. Honestly, he had a lot of good supporting facts to prove his argument. I started to wonder if it was true. What a dismal outlook of life, especially for a teen. There were a lot of hurdles to overcome.
Despite it all, I never stop searching for the truth, perhaps I was born with a spiritual fortitude. Amidst these harsh conditions I experienced moments of incredible beauty, and in the beauty there was truth, absolute truth. Over time, it became clear to me that life was a gift, it was The Gift. I am so grateful for that clarity. The practice of gratitude has deepen my beliefs. I remember I said to my friend, one day at breakfast, that I even welcomed pain. She sent me Rumi’s poem The Guest House. After I read it, I knew I had arrived at another level of understanding.


What wondeful and inspirational story. Also Albert Einstein quote perfect. We are all here for a reason.. even if sometime we wonder why. We all have purpose. Thank you Grace
Pam thank you for your comment. I am still learning how to use all of this technology. I just saw your comment.
We all have purpose, incredible purpose, even if some days it gets lost in the mist…
Love, Peace and Grace* 😉