I am able to see things for what they are. The iridescent fog is beginning to burn off in the dawn. As much as I don’t want it to go it does. It always has.
I know I am growing because I am not bent out of shape with the change. I see it for what it is, a change. It is neither good nor bad but the ebb and flow of life. I am able to let go. I can accept. I no longer chose to suffer. It finally makes sense.
I thought I would be hurt. Yet I feel empowered.
Life does unfold itself at the queerest moments. Thru moments such as these I find myself grateful.
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