The Keys
Can the true key to a happiness be as simple as beautiful weather, the sun shinning with all the windows down in the car, driving alone down the back roads? Feeling free in sunbathed warmth, just letting all your thoughts float like tiny ships within your own oceanic mind space. Can the best therapy truly be nothing at all? The same life that can be cruel and take things away can give right back in an instant. Soothing you mere moments after it has burned you. Funny thing life is. So manic depressive. Like handing somebody a blanket after throwing them into a blizzard naked.
Sometimes the smallest and simplest of things can be the most therapeutic things of all.
There was a time when solitude would have scared the breath out of my lungs and being alone was everything but easy. As time marches forward I have found peace within myself. Like it or not I must be part of the inevitable march. I have found strength I didn't know was possible and my legs are able to hold me up without shaking out from underneath me. I still get sad and I still cry but I no longer allow myself to get lost in it. I have learned so much about myself in the last few years. Huge life lessons that have made me tremendously humble and a slightly better person.
I suppose the ground will never stop shaking and I'm sure at some point I will fall again. I do however find much hope in the thought that in time I can and will always find solid ground to stand on once more.
Nobody gets out of life unscathed it's just having the strength to stand up and fight; even if it means looking at the world through black eyes and praying on bruised knees.
Sometimes the smallest and simplest of things can be the most therapeutic things of all.
There was a time when solitude would have scared the breath out of my lungs and being alone was everything but easy. As time marches forward I have found peace within myself. Like it or not I must be part of the inevitable march. I have found strength I didn't know was possible and my legs are able to hold me up without shaking out from underneath me. I still get sad and I still cry but I no longer allow myself to get lost in it. I have learned so much about myself in the last few years. Huge life lessons that have made me tremendously humble and a slightly better person.
I suppose the ground will never stop shaking and I'm sure at some point I will fall again. I do however find much hope in the thought that in time I can and will always find solid ground to stand on once more.
Nobody gets out of life unscathed it's just having the strength to stand up and fight; even if it means looking at the world through black eyes and praying on bruised knees.
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