an excerpt

an excerpt from "A story of a beast" ... the conclusion. there is no end, and death is not the end of the beast. because even death is but a comma in the grand tale of humanity.

"she still hears those condescending remarks. they ring, they are pitying, they make her less than what she is and yet as John 8:32 put it, she will know the truth and it will set her free.

through her freedom, though she lives in society with all its standards and demands and rejection of inward substance and character for outward appearances, her very existence and celebration of life is a cry of defiance in the grind of the media machinery. she loves beauty, she loves truth and she seeks them both in her life, in the midst of the ugliness she is learning to accept of her outward appearance, she says she will make the best of what she has, no matter how little it means to others. for this is the truth she has found and claimed, in the face of all the world's lies and those well-meaning people...

for as has been said by St Iraneaus so many centuries ago, God is glorified when man is fully alive, and she knows she can only be fully alive when she has made the best of all that has been given her by her Creator, from her slit eyes to her pudgy body and un-slender legs...she knows that despite everything, her appearance has not stopped her from writing to touch others' lives, from jungle trekking in communion with Mother Nature, from being there for friends and family, from studying and reading and learning, from loving...nor even from living and life itself. she has learned the importance of gentleness and kindness for all of us have broken souls and battered psyches, she bears her own scars and knows that some will never understand the cross she bears and that the cross will never leave her. but she goes on, every breath is an act of courage. every breath is redemption. every breath is salvific love.

the phoenix rises again, it will always rise again, even after it has died a thousand deaths before. if it was a beast in this life, it rises again to be born a phoenix, its feathers gleaming gold as it sweeps across the wide blue sky, its song a song of hope, of strength, of an affirmation for the very gift that was given and is her right as is all who live...

she continues to live, because defiance is her middle name and she will never give up, she will keep fighting as long as she still walks this earth.
because she believes in something bigger than whatever everyone else has told her all this while, platitudes and all. because she knows there's more to life than this."