I Found Out Who I Was
I found out who I was.
When diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. The life you once had, the dreams and ambitions suddenly without warning, are stripped away. It starts the beginning of your new life and the ending of your former self.
I found out who I was.
The disease changes you. How you act, how you think and how you look at the world.
You lose your identity, you lose yourself. Then one day, you wake up, and you begin to understand. You start to see.
I found out who I was.
It was a simple twist of fate, but you start to feel that your very DNA is being rewritten. Molecule by molecule. The person who inhabits that body of yours has evolved. The disease shook your very being until you woke up and saw the world for what it truly is.
Magical.
I found out who I was.
I see what is important. The hustle and bustle, the racing and roaming, all is meaningless. Buying that new sports car, trying to impress your friends with your new collection, it's not what is important. A large bank account or that flashy title from your work. It doesn't matter.
Not in the slightest.
I found out who I was.
I began to see what is important. What truly matters. Being sick, it shows you what is so special. Kindness, empathy, love and care. To laugh, to sing. To relish it all. To take a long walk with the person you love, holding hands and whispering silly and sentimental thoughts.
To buy a gift for a random friend, to treat your child to a weekend getaway. To stay at home one night and just watch your favorite shows. To treasure the small things, for they usually matter the most.
When a kiss explodes your heart. A gentle touch rekindles the flames within. The spark of life that ignites wonder. To dream, to roam, to see what was never meant to be seen. To take the road less traveled.
Being sick has taught me this.
I found out who I was.
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