The Way Things Are


Sometimes it’s difficult to accept the way things are.  Mostly because we want them to be a certain way or because we feel rejected or out of touch.  But it doesn’t do any good to spin on that.

What matters is to be kind and try to accept the way things are.

I think some of the most traumatic things that have happened to me have happened because a change I wasn’t ready for or didn’t think I wanted was suddenly right there on top of me.  And it can be hurtful.  And make you feel like you don’t matter.

If you can just look at the way things are and accept them, though, you can come to a place of peace.  A stillness in your soul.  Not a stagnation that breeds foulness, but a glassy place to reflect and see into yourself.

I’ve had many times in my life that I would have liked closure.  I have limped along without it.  It leaves a bump.  A pebble, in a soft place that you walk.  It doesn’t keep me from walking, but the reminder is there.  And you learn to live with the pebble.  Maybe even make friends with it.

If not for our hurts and scars we wouldn’t have the chance to grow much.  And if we never had to figure out how to do something differently, then we might never get good at adapting.

You can’t hold on to things forever – good or bad.  Let them pass through, like good and bad guests you enjoy or endure.  When they are gone, don’t wallow in the bad and feel free to bask in the glow of the good for as long as you can.