In the middle of the storm, I was able to find my peace. Strangely enough, the peace came in the middle of the night with the sound of the wind howling.

In the middle of the storm, I was able to find my peace. Strangely enough, something was familiar about this feeling. I don’t know if it was the thought of all the things I’ve had to overcome in my life.

Everything I’m not made me everything I am. I am a representation of every obstacle I’ve had to overcome and every decision I had to make. My history is not a predictor of my future, but a soft reminder to remain humble.