There is a lot of loss and pain that is located underneath the surface of the words that we use to convey our stories as transitional characters and the pressure of that hidden flow of emotions leaves little room for us to imagine anything other than trying to find the balance of what we already know.
It’s an uncomfortable way of being and although we may be able to take different steps, that familiar state of ours will lead us right back to the same destination on the inside because we remain linked to what we believe about ourselves.
We might feel hurt and even disappointed by the moments that our grief has been in competition with our desires to find joy, however it is our inability to lean into our face-to-face encounters with our details that has kept us waiting in between who we were and who we are.
We are entitled to have those opinions that were created from our prior knowledge, but accountability for going forward begins by not limiting ourselves in the manner that has become such an easy habit for us to do.
Courage isn’t something that can truly be seen, like how a smile or tears can be, and yet we have an idea of how it appears for those that we think have it and when we look into our own mirrors, we dismiss the possibility of its presence in the image that is reflected back at us.
If we were to turn around, though, to see just how hard we have had to work to get to the part of our trail that we now find ourselves on, what we have held to be true about strength would be expanded to include more of our movements.
Stories of resilience, after all, are not only about the lives that seem to effortlessly make it through challenges as they also contain the ones where often-silent battles against dragons while in the muck are fought without anyone else understanding the suffering that is involved in the process.
Staying true to ourselves means understanding that taking aim and missing the targets of the yesterdays was the best that we could do and just because we have been hampered by the disbelief of those previous spots, it doesn’t mean that we can’t learn to be all right with how we had to get through.
At the end of were, are the reasons that we have had our particular stories to write, and in the presence of are, is the strength that was quietly planted way back then just so that we could embrace the growth of it in the place that we are now.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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