So I realize I've been traveling a lot lately and I also realize doing so is part process of me finding myself. I am so humbled and grateful that God allows me to enjoy the luxuries of doing so however; I know there is a greater purpose than that of my own. I walk new streets of ancient struggle and capture beautiful flowers watered by sorrow. He stands there with his empty, white bucket that has been engraved with the dirt from his hands which massage Mother Earth daily. I wanted to simply walk into the ice cream parlor so that the rain wouldn't wet my hair... All he hoped was that the rain would fill his bucket. #another world! #so many of us are walking zombies :.( #humbled!

I  use to believe happiness was someone I had to search for

Then I believed happiness was someone who had to find me

but now...

now, I believe happiness is something I can only find within myself 

After all; how can we share what we don't have???