My Oscillator

Can my resilience get stronger through repeated episodes of distress and fortify me once the storms have subsided? Can adversity help me and make me strong? Do I expand as a man and am I changed a little after it happens?

It is certainly an enduring experience I can not avoid. So I must hope I will embrace distress when it comes rather than run away from it. There is maturity in the affliction and the miracle of being rescued from jeopardy so often.

I am like an oscillator capturing the frequency of my illness and health and then back again. Cycles which suffer and fight for life as they breathe through the nostrils of my mind keeping its troubled heartbeat alive with failing and resolute spirits.

I sense recovery resonating about the cycles providing a clear sign of hope to me as it waxes and wanes within my vigilance and meditation.

With a mechanism of faith in the midst of it and love from the heart even through frailty, danger and vulnerability.

If only I can keep believing through desolate and dried up emotions when well being appears absent and gone forever and the illness has won.

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