Some people carry their wars with them the rest of their lives.
And other people leave them behind like old worn out shoes.
And then there are those of us whose wounds are so deep that we never stop bleeding,
and we go on fighting.
We just go on and on even if we have no idea what our fight is about or why it’s so important not to give up.
We just go on fighting the ghosts of our pasts hoping it will somehow close up our hemorrhaging wounds, make the screaming stop and the pain go away.
For most of us it’s not the good things in life that make us change.
It’s something we’ve gone through that makes everything we look at from that moment on,
seem very different from how it had always been.
Because our heart is not the same, our mind is not the same
and the way we see the world is forever Changed…..
And what we all want than more than anything, is for things to get back to the way it used to be…
before we discovered that there was anything to be afraid of..
But there IS no going back...it never is.
And we are forced to move on - transformed.
We never get to choose what transforms us, what smacks us awake.
We only know beyond the shadow of doubt when something does.
And as frightening and painful as that event can be,
even that is a gift..