Better days ahead

I can’t even cry, but it hurts some times. It hurts to realize that some things you can’t control. That some feelings fade, but never really disappear. That life is hard even when it’s good. That living is balancing regret of the past, and facing fear of the future.

It’s hard sometimes to live with pain—to live with uncompleted sentences, or an unfinished verse. But to stay in a place of that hurt for too long is to be trapped in a maze of misery, to be disconnected from reality and to let life pass you by.

So sometimes, though it’s hard–we get up from the squalor. We get up with our feet dirty and our clothes torn, but we get up nevertheless. Did we leave a piece of ourselves behind in a haste to be better? Maybe. Probably.

But we must trust we have enough pieces left to weather future storms. We must trust there is something better ahead. That we are not shadows of our former selves. That we are different yet still whole. We trudge forward in a resilient persistence, in hope and uncertainty.

There will be better days ahead.