Humans are such durable creatures. I mean think about it for
a minute. There is so much that our human bodies have endured over time, not to
mention our emotional selves. Sometimes it feels like you’re barely there…but
then you are still there! Maybe I’m just a weirdo who’s discovering this way
behind the rest of humanity but I think that’s really cool.
There’s a lot of sadness and anger in the world (I’ve
experienced my fair share this week) but finding a reason each morning to get
up can be so liberating. I get that there are days that you don’t want to or
maybe can’t get up- been there, done that- but when you finally find a reason
to, it can be so beautiful. Finding your way to the beauty of another day is
incredible!
I don’t always want to see tomorrow. Sometimes it feels like
there is too much hurt to keep going, but then I do. How?
I do not mean to say that those who couldn’t get to the next
day somehow didn’t fight hard enough, I’m not implying that at all; I had a
friend who killed himself with no warning and although the reasons are still a
mystery to me, I know he had them. As is common knowledge at this point, I too
have tried to end it and I just happen to be lucky.
I don’t think my generations (myself included) realize how
strong we really are. I know that I have thought many times, “I’m just not
strong enough for this crap, I cant take this!” and then discovered that whatever
I was dealing with eventually passed and I was still standing, maybe a bit beat
up but still here. Nobody escapes unscathed from life but we can take a lot in
the mean time.
My mom had her best friend, grandmother, uncle and several
family friends die in a 6 month span in 2010; I have never seen her more
roughed up by life, now she is stronger than I’ve ever seen her. She came out
the other side of a truly crappy year and is happier than ever. I’m willing to
bet she sometimes thought that it might never end, that the hurt she was
enduring might not cease at some point; but it did.
I’m confident that I’m not the only one that has thought
that the emotional stress I was under may cause my body to rage-quit on me,
once or twice. Then I remember that people have survived wars; watching their
friend blow up in front of them and seeing children murdered, with PTSD, who
are still here and find a reason to see tomorrow. That’s so cool.
Chances are they you (yes, you) have survived something that
you weren’t sure you would either emotionally or physically and I just want to
say; you are incredible and inspire me all the time.
I’m sorry this isn’t the deepest thing ever, it just occurred
to me and I felt it needed sharing or at least pointing out.