I am continuously fascinated by human nature — by our innate ability to change or improve upon ourselves and the way we stand strong in the face of fear and remain brave even in our weakest moments.
There are things in this life that will hurt you — things that will test your resilience and try to break you.
Pressuring. Prodding. Pushing you around. A menace wreaking havoc on your well-being.
All this in a bold attempt to render you unable.
This is an internal conflict. A constant battle weighing the odds of the world around us. A daily transaction of our minds processing and receiving information… digesting and assigning meaning.
No real enemy is present except the one we allow to run our lives.
We are but children, carrying the weight of our aged bodies and lessons learned with time.
Resilience is so very becoming on us.
We are sensitive beings bearing calloused hearts, hardened over by life experiences… until we are numb to the intricacies and see it only in a new and simple light.
Amelia Barr says it most poetically, “It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us, in joy we face the storm and defy it.”
Grief is a hard burden to carry. Loss, overwhelming.
So much of what was once considered in our minds to make us whole… suddenly vanished, with only a void left in it’s place.
A void like a black hole, a massive vacuum sucking up everything in sight, desperately trying to find the thing that will plug it up and seal it tightly… allowing us to revert to our original state.
Perhaps in those moments, those of us who are grief-ridden should consider that our solace is not to be found within the needy acquisition of self-fulfillment (filling the void), but in holding on to the glimmer, the shining light amid the darkness. We must fight for it with every breath until it’s warmth fills us anew.