This Too Shall Pass

This too shall pass…

Melancholy tunes made my playlist this morning. That awful pain we kept avoiding, crept inside and I started typing…

Escapism is not the answer, and I have planned to voice out the bravery, beauty, and blessing that I have kept a secret all along.

Just pondering how blessed we are to be:

Alive.

Active

Loved.

Hated.

Working.

Still have hope.

Priding myself as I made the list of hopefuls when so many quit.

You have to be brave & tenacious to believe and be hopeful. Unlike so many, who drop an opportunity, who hesitate to take risks, who abandon love and most of all the one without hope…

We dared. We hoped.

As we grace the memories of the loved ones, who broke us, left us wayward and ghosted on us, we have to thank the one that stayed, loved and waited silently beside.

Of course we are broken, yet we believed. We tried when so many quit. We trusted the heavenly force that we are not alone in the fight.

Of all things, of all rejections, of all failures. We made it.

Broken things are beautiful. I am. Broken. Blessed. Beautiful.

Love
D