Grief is one of those hardships that cannot be taken away or “fixed.” I can’t change my attitude and get a life back that I lost. However, with perspective comes purpose. An attitude adjustment enables growth through my pain. Reasoning to my hurting. A chance to find new strength, an opportunity to extend love. Love inwards, appreciating my ability to carry on. How brave I am. Not only to walk through life without you by my side, but to lead others while I do. Love to those around me who also grieve. Compassion and understanding while encouraging persistence. The drive to push forward begins with the key I hold. Acceleration depends on the energy I exert.
Grief is one of those scars that gets picked at every so often. Breaks open and bleeds. Gasping for fresh air but the air only makes it sting. The pain feels as raw as the day it was created. But it’s not. It’s been healed, over and over. You are not broken, you’re a fighter. You live beyond your scars. Damage to your heart, yes. Damage to your body, probably. Exhausted, overworked, recovering. Everyone’s damaged. How do you choose to take care of your wounds? Leave them open, allow the suffering? Quick band-aid to cover-up and hide what’s sore? Or do you pour some salt water on them? Feel the pain that offers healing. How do you view these burnt out pieces of yourself? Are they a part of you you’d like to accept and love? Find value from, protect and one day be proud of? Or do you want them removed? Taken away from your existence. Ignored and neglected.
I find the most motivating way to transform my bruises, my bumps, my burns, is to ignite a fire from within. Meld these pieces together with all the good, all the healing, all that’s life. Because life is never simply good or bad, it’s all of it at once. Learning how to find value from each piece will navigate purpose to your being. Understanding that happiness is not the goal, nor is defeating sadness. The goal is to live through it all while the desire to keep living is prominent. Why? Because despite all the twists and turns, meaning is gathered and magic is found. I get it now. I get what it means to live a successful life. It makes sense when you see it through sparkly eyes. Hopeful, authentic, open, honest vision. My tears sparkle too, reflecting from the light. The light always remains. I hold onto it because I can.