Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Crossroads

Sometimes you come to a crossroads in life without even realizing there was a fork in the road. And at that moment, when you are at your darkest, there becomes a choice you have to make. And sometimes, you fall to pieces. And the very fiber and soul of who you think you are is left scattered, torn apart, and wickedly sorrowful. And you think that there is no repairing the anguish you feel; because in truth, it is a hole that is unfixable, a circle with no beginning or end, it is gaping and it is wide. And then, little by heart wrenchingly little, the fibers that make you who you are begin to weave themselves back together. And hour by hour and day by day they stitch to pieces the parts that were once you—only stronger. Unbreakable. Because, that is what you must do. This is your lot in life. And in this life, there are so many who are counting on you, so many who love you, and who ultimately make you understand that there is much more to life than what you only first can grasp--from those depths only few of us live. So, we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, tie the knot that has woven us whole again-strong, secure, and look around to see the beauty that is the blessing from God only a few of us are fortunate enough to witness. And, maybe, that’s why we were chosen. 

March 26, 2012

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