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27. July 2010 18:53
I was looking at all of my old journals and realized how my life was segmented into volumes, a collection of novels that tell the story of who I am. Sometimes we are fortunate enough to really recognize when one book ends and another book begins. Sometimes they blend together in good and bad ways. Sometimes we are just too busy to see them.
I have spent the last two and a half years doing a lot of self-excavation. Digging, demolishing, rebuilding. It has been grueling to say the least. There have been a half a dozen things that have loomed over me for much of this time. These things were and are heavy to carry. There have been many times that I felt like giving up, angry at the world for dealing me this hand. I would have been such a fool for giving up then.
The funny thing is that in our novels of life we never know how the current will end and the next will begin.
I am now in a place where many of the things I have been fighting are finally coming to an end. How much wiser I am. I would have missed all of this knowledge and experience. I see peace in the distance, a cool fresh breeze on a warm summer day.
I am seeing one book end and another begin, a brighter book. This book will not be without trouble, but maybe I can learn one thing from all of this. I will get through this. The story always continues. We just have to accept the story we have, learn from it, grow through it, and know that we can make it through it.
I am at a place that I would not trade anything for what I had to go through. It is what brought me here, moodyminds. I have already changed lives and that is worth every bit of the last two years.
Don’t give up. Keep hope.
