Exactly a year ago my life was changed forever. Not changed for the better or for the worse, just changed. I see it as a metaphorical skipping of tracks… I am the same person, just headed in a different direction parallel to where I was once traveling.
In that very moment, twelve months ago, I helplessly watched the world that meant so much to me crumble to my feet. Climbing from the hole that my life had become was the toughest journey of my life. The hardest part of reaching the top of this hole was discovering that although I had made it out, there was still a life to rebuild from there.
I still find myself hopelessly stuck on this voyage of redefinition and discovery, but it has taken me to levels of living I could never have anticipated. I have found serenity, maturity, independence, and self-love on my path. However, I carry these not as assets but as weapons against the outside world. I fear that this moment in my past will define my world outlook as a battle against pain rather than an odyssey for love.
I remember when the yearly anniversaries were happily celebrated, but here before me now is a bittersweet celebration of survival. I have so many to thank for helping me… You are my heroes.
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