the language of letting go.

Sometimes you just have to keep that past in it's place, so that you can remain in the present and keep hopeful of the future. No matter how deep the pain runs, how much the memories sting, we have to remember that it is now over. And while we can not change what has happened, we can learn, grow stronger, and overcome obstacles displaying the highest of our human potential. We have survived and lived to breath another day. We can forgive ourselves mostly, and learn to love and laugh again without fear. Perhaps scarred, and a  little bruised, but always knowing that we made it through and can find our spirits reborn from anguish to shine brighter. I'll be completely honest, I didn't use to think this. I would hear it said more times that I care to repeat. But it took what it took, and finally I felt and believed these words in my bones. I felt myself rising from ashes not to forget the mess I made, but to understand that in that bloody mess, I found myself. I was able to take my own hand and walk out of the tunnel shining my own flashlight to the end. I was able to quiet mini storms of my regrets, doubts, anger and fears in order to listen to the tiny voice inside my heart, I had forgotten was there. When all is said and done, I can now say that I helped save myself, purely out of my own recognition of self worth and love. I also owe infinite thanks to the many hands that silently and invisibly kept me from failing too deep, that created pockets of love around every part of my being. From the birds in the trees singing morning songs about new days, to the leaves blowing freely on the wings of the wind, to the sweet purity in my nephew's laughter. I realized how small the chaos was in the grander scheme of things. My bad days were lessons in humility I had left to learn. And just as I once read, it may not always come wrapped in a pretty bow, but LIFE still remains and will always be a gift.

Jesuis Aime'