When your story begins, you do not choose the participants. You make the best of who shows up. You can dance, sing, cry, scream or in the worst cases, make yourself invisible all in the name of seeking outside validation within your story’s confines.
You can do this for as long as necessary, until your inner well empties and you feel as if you may die from thirst. This thirst burns at you until you take ownership of what is going on inside your heart.
Grief. Sorrow. Regret.
I have walked along the path of life with these as my companions. I did my best to ignore them. I ran faster, tried harder and configured myself into images I believed might make me lovable.
Nothing I did worked until one day exhaustion forced me to stop. As I rested Grief, Sorrow and Regret finally caught up to me.
“Why are you running?” they asked. “Where are you trying to go?”
To my freedom I told them.
“But that is not The Way. Freedom is not a destination, it is an understanding. It is not there, it is here.
I had not realized it yet but Grief, Sorrow and Regret had become my friends. By talking to them and letting them have their say, they bestowed gifts upon me.
As I feel what needs to be felt and express what needs to leave me, I am learning the greatest lesson of all.
Even love unreciprocated heals us. For every blind heart we have turned towards is a reminder that the only love we need is within us.
You are complete.
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