This one will be quick. But, I can’t promise that this won’t be sappy.
So . . .
I suppose there is no way to soften the edges or keep the world from its trips and falls. And no, there is no way to avoid real life and no way to stop real life from happening.
We can plan ahead. We can make good decisions.
We can do our best, absolutely.
But, as a friend of mine used to tell me, “We are in the effort business. Not the result business.”
Of course, it’s true—into each life, a little rain must fall. There is a season for everything, right?
There is a time to laugh and a time to cry.
Am I right?
Everything happens in life. Good things happen and bad things too.
This is life and so, essentially, life is unavoidable.
There is no escaping the fact that we are going to encounter amazing things. We are going to see beautiful things and magical things. We are going to experience joys and victories that are literally insurmountable. However, there is a trick to this.
The trick is nothing more than a simple idea.
Even love comes with its bumps and bruises. Love comes with its highs and lows and unfortunately, love comes with its breaks and splits and roadblocks or dead ends.
But ah don’t worry.
A time will come and an answer will appear.
The path is twisted and turning but in the end, if we look, and if we allow ourselves the right to see the good over the bad, we can see that, yes, this is a beautiful place and love really is a beautiful thing.
And no, nothing is that ugly that it can destroy the beauty of real life.
I understand that my path has changed. I understand that I am moving in a new and uncharted territory. But that’s fine.
I am where I am supposed to be. I am here for a reason.
I believe that life is no different from the teacher who used to make me come up to the front of the classroom and make me write the same thing on the chalkboard, a hundred times, so I won’t forget the lesson.
But I never learned.
We tend to forget the lessons we’ve learned.
We tend to forget the basic rules of emotional math.
Understand?
We add too much and allow ourselves to become divided by fears, worry, insecurity, delusions, chaos and confusions and because of this, anxiety takes place and our fears begin to multiply.
Life is a teacher.
It’s time to open my eyes and learn from my mistakes so, next time, when the door opens, I will learn from my past, and keep from my previous version of self—
They say that when the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
Well? I brought my pencil . . .
To learn to love
to hold honestly
to live openly
to be mindful
be aware
and—
to realize that when the past is gone, the past is gone
and tomorrow doesn’t have to be like yesterday
ever again.
Not that every yesterday was so bad
but –
There are days that I would like to relive and moments that I would never want to repeat again.
But like I’ve been saying, this is life—and since no one gets out of this alive, then let me learn how to live now. (Not when)
Let me keep those envelopes that hold my victories in my soul’s chest pocket, so that I can remember that nothing is ever so ugly that it can destroy the beauty of life.
And so,
I always let you know when a journal is ending.
This one is getting close.
I have more to say and more to learn,
but I’m not rushing.
Besides —
I don’t want to miss another lesson
or be called up to the front of the classroom
again . . .
The Written Addiction 