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CHANGE.
Either you can… make it, fight it, or accept it!
There are always options, and the choice is always yours.
The thesis of “Your Genesis” is that perception is key to change; if you change your perspective, you can change your life. It's a simple but often underrated truth. After a confusing and challenging start to life, the author found this to be the basis for his personal growth and evolution. So, how should we view our life?
Perception entails more than simply viewing the world through a bokeh lens filter of blind optimism, lavender, lollipops, and technicolor butterflies. It's also about awareness and acceptance. "Your Genesis" is a simple essay about change that is a concentrated resurgence of ancient philosophy into this frightening era when things like social media covertly threaten individual freedom and people's ability to change the course of their lives as much as a coronavirus has altered the course of humanity.
Everything has a genesis, a beginning. What will you end now to start something else anew today?
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Your Genesis
A Simple Essay about Change
Written by R. Antonio Matta
2ND edition
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Dedicated to anyone who seeks the truth as a pathway to understanding and becoming a better version of themselves today than any day before
No Vacancy
You may feel all alone.
Like what you are going through is a solitary fight.
The sun has seemed brighter.
And the days not so long.
You may feel that it is all coming to an end.
The pressure to persevere may be intense.
You may doubt that there can ever be a way for you to succeed.
Hope has flown out the window.
You let it slip from your hands.
The pain may feel unbearable.
You have to know that you can.
You can weather the storm.
You are not alone.
The strength you need lies within you.
This fight will not leave you defeated.
It is yours to conquer, but you have refuge.
You have support that can lift you.
I'm here for you whenever you need.
Just call and I'll be there in any way I can.
Look all around you and look within.
Latch hold to every resource you have.
You can pull through the unfortunate circumstances you face.
You do not have to befriend misery.
You can make it. You've been here before.
When you thought there was no way out. Somehow you made it though.
You can do it again.
Claim no vacancy and leave no room for doubt.
Prologue
It had only been approximately 24 weeks since my conception. When, to the dismayed surprise of my 19-year-old mother, it was time for me to evacuate her cancer-stricken body—refusing to stay in her uterus for the third trimester. Perhaps, the environment, which had been an ever so invulnerable oasis of oxygen and carbon dioxide fresh on tap through the umbilical cord, had made my amniotic sac a dangerous den for me to escape so desperately and deprive myself of proper gestational development.
With coaching, my mother gave a final vehement push that placed me in the arms of her OB/GYN—who my mother's father and sister told me had cautioned her well over 26 weeks ago how a pregnancy would be risky—even with her cancer in remission.
Unsurprisingly, I wasn't ready to breathe on my own when I entered the world, and I stopped cycling breath as the obstetrician held me. I can only imagine my mother weeping with worry as she witnessed the product of premature birth and an exasperating pregnancy slip quickly from out of her belly and then out of the world.
As the doctor's attempt ensued for my resuscitation, I can only imagine the emotions coursing through my mother's veins. Seconds probably felt like hours. Well, as can be justly surmised, this is not the phantom of a very preterm neonate of low birth weight writing these words. I was revived—only to be rushed away from my mother's eagerly waiting arms and placed in an incubator for several weeks.
Following the complications caused by my three-month early arrival, cancer took its toll on her body while we were kept apart for all those weeks. Then, through the modus operandi of the enigmatical, omnipotent, and intelligent universe's sovereignty, my mother passed away three months later.
