Sometimes your fear of the outcome is so intertwined with the potential joy you don’t even know where to start. What do you do in those hours when you are so overwhelmed there seems no air left to breathe and the stagnant stillness suffocates? Do you pray into the silence and hope for redemption? Do you sob quietly for all that could have been, might still be, and has been lost? Do you rail against the oppressiveness that makes you feel as if your feet might never be able to move again, rooted in despair and frightened hopelessness?
Or do you overlook the bleakness for the silver lining so often mentioned when the horizon is blighted by storm clouds? The shimmering glimpses of hope and wonder that point the way towards eventual outcomes so strongly desired they overcome the fear, worry and frustration. Do you gather strength from the knowledge that all things must pass, rain is necessary for growth and you can only see the stars when it’s dark?
Visceral platitudes don’t often work for me, but how I choose to look at a situation does. Some days the darkness overtakes me and the tears flow freely. Other days the hint of blinding sunshine peeking through the break in the clouds gives me the courage to press on. In the end the ability to continue is the only thing that matters, the willingness to fight another day because somehow it will get better, there is a plan, I just have to decide to get there.
I’m not generally a glass half full, glass half empty kind of girl.
When you are dying of thirst it doesn’t really matter in the long run.
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