Almost as if
we hold the authority to carry the blade on to our forearm, cast a wound, and
watch in a dazed and almost stupid awe at the mark it has left. Knowing, if the
flesh was cut juuust deep enough, that the graceful fluidity of the warm and
thick blood traveling from the wound is a permanent remembrance of the pain that
was endured.
Here’s the
thing.
There is a
skeleton format in which is followed accordingly in order to receive some form
of profound emotional reciprocation to an event, idea or person. Caring,
loving, and genuine attachments. We are physiologically and cognitively made to
tie these strings and essentially create these wounds.
I’m not
saying that I have a heart made of stone, but after plenty of life that has
been lived- there are a lot of things that a person learns how to stomach.
You don’t
have to feel broken as you walk through the elements of the places that held
once significant meaning.
You don’t
have to feel wasted and destroyed as you drive across the city that now holds
your most recurring nightmares.
You don’t
have to feel torn apart as you say hello to a person who has once hurt you.
Because
there is no feeling bound to these places so long as you make them there.
Utilize the knowledge of knowing who YOU ARE, and not what you WERE.
Because,
really, there is no such thing as the you who existed a year ago, a month ago,
or even 2 minutes ago. As time goes on, there’s a change within each moment in
life in what you think, how your heart pumps, and who you are.
There is
never going to be a moment where you get back the time that you stood in front
of the television or even standing in line at Starbucks. There will always be
the same place, but never the same you. Sure, there will be different people,
but there will also be a different you.
So long as
our perceptions keep changing and the world keeps spinning, the situations,
philosophies and stories that we are all handed are gifts that could be used in
whichever way we want them to be used.
Until next
time,
Reyna
Michelle
