And thus begins the deconstruction of my hardened heart,
as others' pain becomes more important than my own;
as I stop worrying about being right or wrong and just be;
as I realize I am as fallible as the next;
as actions become more important than words;
as I learn forgiveness is a process, not immediate;
as I learn to love people for who they are and not who I want them to be;
as I learn to be content with what I have when I have it;
And while each hardened piece is chipped and melted away, the pang of regret, change, and reality sometimes steals my breath and leaves me trembling. Exposed. Jaded. Disbelieving.
And then a look,
a word,
an embrace,
reminds me why I am here
and why I must continue this journey.
Because someone
somewhere
at some point
will be in these same shoes,
And at that time I will be able to say, I've been there too.
Don't give up, the best is yet to come.
