"Are you okay?" seems to trigger an array of emotions just from a simple question. Watching her go through a crippled chaos that should've devoured her feelings of strength and left her lying on the floor in anguish and despair, but instead she stands without fear of what is ahead and a complete trust in her heart for the path that lie in front of her. Smiling every day as she wakes before dawn, I hear her words, "Please don't offer an apology for what I am going through. There is purpose in this pain. My journey is different than yours, but we all experience an unexpected upheaval in our stories through life that will lead us to who we are supposed to be. I am thankful." And she is. She chooses to be grateful instead of bitter. Never turning around even through the tears and the scars of memories stitched on her heart of what was but what isn't anymore. It is through the fall that she found herself. That she had no choice but to reach deeper than she ever had before, falling in love with that brave soul that was buried underneath the shell of who she thought she was. The person that she once was before her vision was clouded by temptation and false love. One that she fell for so easily because it's what she felt was true. She learned that in this glorious walk of life, we finally get a glimpse of the real love when we experience that magnificent fall. That's when we realize that we love ourselves enough not to give up, but to push forward, guarding our hearts carefully through the war of the life we thought we knew. Opening up to a resilience that our souls have been longing for. Terrified at first, we take that first step forward, breathing in the fear. Holding our breath only for a moment as we close our eyes to find that peace. And suddenly, we open our eyes and exhale that fear as we leave it behind and welcome a new sense of wonder that we never knew existed. Trusting our journey and keeping our eyes ahead. All the while, falling and rising up over and over again. Gaining a beautiful strength with each fall.

The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry out their dream." Les Brown Now that I have shifted my focus from competitive bodybuilding to writing, the atmosphere of my mind has taken on an astounding clarity and expansiveness. ("I can see clearly now the rain is gone" just lullabied it's way through my head). I have become more aware of my emotions and the thought patterns they invoke. In doing so, ideas and inspirations for writing are continuously flowing through my psyche. I often feel as if I'm in "La La Land" and with each blink of my eyes a new path or journey appears… There are masterpieces everywhere! And I am awake and aware of it all. It's like I have stepped out of a shadow and sunlight continuously pours over me! Author: 13 years old - 1st competitionI love bodybuilding though - understand that! I lift heavy and have an insatiable penchant for pushing my limits. I fell in love with bodybuilding when I was thirteen. Actually, I became a fitness fanatic when I was ten while aerobics was making its world debut. It has served me well both physically and mentally. Had it not been for my intense focus in that arena we would not be having this conversation now! Bodybuilding, running, and cross training have kept me from plunging deep into the Dregs of Depression ,drug addiction, and alcoholism. Weight training and wanting to become a personal trainer kept me focused and alive. However, bodybuilding is not my thing. I am a writer. I started writing before I started working out and then abruptly shifted my focus to bodybuilding. When I did that, the writer stepped into the shadow of the bodybuilder. In 2018, the desire to begin my autobiography emerged again as it had done sporadically since 2006. However, my life took a few major twists and turns, as usual, and my autobiography slid to the side and "A Love Story: The Truth About Faith" was created. It took me a year to write and during that year an amazing transformation took place: my true self emerged from within the shadow. Seeing my book available on Amazon and having a young woman who is very dear to my heart tell me that it was what she needed at that precise time in her life birthed me into the fullness of my purpose as a literary artist. About two and a half months after publishing my book, I had a conversation with God. where He explained to me that he had allowed and encouraged me to focus on bodybuilding to keep me moving forward. He said this is my truth: I am not a bodybuilder who writes… I am a writer who participates in bodybuilding. You know how in the movies when someone has an epiphany and the clouds separate and angelic voices sing "ahhhhhh"? Well, that was that moment. It became crystal clear to me that I had misidentified myself! As this realization continued to manifest within me, I received more clarity about how I should be living my life. I don't know the right words to use to describe the feeling I have from living my life on purpose now. The shadow of uncertainty is gone. I awake each morning eager to see what the horizon of creativity will reveal to me. **** What's your thing? What is your passion in life? Do you even have passion in your life? Are you living on purpose or is life dragging you through the trenches of indecisiveness, procrastination or, even worse, stagnation? **** Do you know that you possess gifts, talents and abilities that have been cleverly and carefully woven together to fit your unique personality? The world needs your special mix! Someone somewhere NEEDS YOU! YOU MATTER!!!! It's not too late to make yourself your priority. Step out of your own shadow and let yourself BE YOU!

It's impossible to get everything, what you want suddenly. When you are sitting in your room or lying in bed and thinking about what you want new phone because all your classmates, has it, remember that in lots of country, children are starving and dying, they haven't got water, you always complain that you haven't got new iPhone or haven't got boyfriend, or you're in high school and you haven't got car when everyone has it, oh really? You think it's important in life? Oh no, if you think like that then you don't know what real life is. Instead of this you must do anything for surrounding people, you have to help them as you can, even little, but do it, this act will have good results in the future.When you have possibilities you must use it for good deeds, are the poor people (for example my family) whose haven't got much money but, they are helping others as much as they can. You must appreciate them. This does not mean that you should not think about yourself, first of all you must love yourself, your soul, your pros and you have to correct the cons. You must believe in yourself. I think that in life belief in god and believe in yourself is most important. Human can everything, if they have faith and sincere desire. (Jemal Qarchkhadze –The Georgian writer). I believe in God and faith in God help me to believe in myself, I feel that whatever I will want to do, I will do it. I take every step of faith in God. If your inner voice tells you that you cannot draw, then you must definitely draw and the voice will be silenced. (Vincent van Gogh).Draw and officially confirm with everyone (including yourself) that you are strong and you can do everything. The second but, also important is love, it's very hard to find true love. Georgian well-known writer, Shota Rustaveli in his poem Vephkhistkaosani writes about love. He says that love is a heavenly feeling, love is something different, not incomparable with immorality. There is a big difference between them. Love isn't when you are with one at the first day and with another in second day. This is just a youth's fun and nothing more. He must be patient and be humble with her and vise versa. Shota Rustaveli is startled when people love each other and they are trying to dishonor each other. I agree with him, this is true love but not everyone is lucky. In my opinion in love, understanding, complementarity, mutual respect and loyalty is important. The creation of human's personhoods, virtues and idiosyncrasies begins with the family. Family members are people, who most of all know you, support you and are always ready to help you. The family must be circle where you feeling yourself comfortable. Majority of attitudes and characters is formed in the family. The child looks at the behavior of his parents and repeats it. In most cases, child becomes like parents. For that they say that a child is a family's mirror.You can see it with yourself, look carefully how they try to be like them. This more visible is in childhood and more less in youth. Before you decide to create a new life, think about it well. Ask yourself the questions: am I ready for this? What kind of mother / father will be I? What example will be I for him? and etc. And now I want to tell you about my family. We live in Batumi, Georgia, I have one sister and one brother, I am older then they. We have different relationship than others. My mother and father have overladen graphic. They are working, for our bright future. I want to be like my mom, even with 1/10. My father is man who is very strong, kind, honest, trustworthy. They say that the first-born daughter is like her father, I agree with them. In the family where such imitable people live, how can we grow up like bad moral person or delinquent? My siblings and I are not propensity to violence, drugs, bad things, hate and this is the merit of our parents. We every day talk about our day, we giving to each other advices and often take in account them. Maybe, I always quarrel with my brother and sister but, I always protect them in public, and I don't give anyone the right to distress or oppress them. I want only good things for them, that's why I often give them notice and advices,they don't like that, but I think that it's my obligation and for that reason I'm doing this. Of course, in life we need success; it's your assessment of your work, the reward that every person deserves. Some will succeed soon, and some need a lot of time. The main thing is not to give up and work-hard. You can use way of Trial and error. One of the main advantages of success is education and education; Every person observes life from their side. You can choose what type of person you will be, everyone have their own choice and truth. everything will come by itself when the time comes, the main thing is that Don't lose your, kind, loyalty, faith, love, friendship, family for success, you don't need money for happiness.

Imagine an old pickup truck hustling down a rural dirt road. You know that plume of dust kicked up at its rear? That's been my reality for the greater part of my life; a dust storm of chaos, confusion and primarily, delusion. I began chasing the dim tail lights of that noisy old truck as a naive young girl. In the beginning, I just followed because I had heard that was what you do and I am very much a rule-follower. I was convinced I had to chase it, catch it, stop it. I thought that big 'ol ball of dust was mine, all mine. My purpose in life was to defeat it. So I sped and I tried to outrun it. Other times I swerved, trying to get around it and landed myself upside down in a ditch. Some days it was boring and monotonous so I veered off the road, took a break and watched the dust settle a bit. Occasionally, I could see but not for too long because I was eager and ambitious. So I hopped on its tail once again determined to conquer it. Inevitably, I landed in the ditch damaged and broken unable to get up. So there I lay, resting. It was awkwardly comfortable. The dust settled a little and I realized that lying in the ditch was much more pleasing than chasing that unending dust storm. So I stayed and I sat. I watched, I listened, with abundant curiosity. I practiced over and over again. Deep down I knew there was another way. There had to be because chasing that dust cloud had just about killed me. After some time contemplating from the trench I noticed simple but wondrous things. The sun began to shine and I could see a little. There was more than that dirty screen I had stared at for so long. Graceful wildflowers surrounded me. Beauty embraced me. It was in the trees, in the ongoing prairies and the vast, vast sky. A bright, constant sun showed me the way. Birds chirped and I heard sounds of insects I couldn't even recognize. And occasionally it fell silent; absolutely silent. What an extraordinary sound. One I had never heard before. I call it peace. And then there was a cool breeze. It gently soothed my sweaty skin. I relaxed, fully relaxed. I noticed the smell of clean fresh air. The kind you inhale and it is sweet and pure. It clears all of the leftover debris from your airways and leaves you satisfied.