You can breathe through almost anything.
There are things I want, even now. Things that keep me awake at night, things I am afraid of losing still. But every day now, I work to consider that fear and attachment and let it drift away.
In the past, in the future, love and faith exist because they exist – not because I will them to or pin them down or prop them up. Accomplishment, or the potential for it, exists even when I am too scared or comfortable or lazy to seek it. No matter where we all go from here, there really will be no imploding, no falling down in to ourselves.
Turns out, the concept of being unable to go on is a trick I play on myself when it’s unfathomable or too terrifying to imagine what comes next. But change is never impossible and it is not the same as death. That much I know for sure.
It’s arrogant to quote yourself, but allow me to just this once, as a small deep offering of gratitude. I wrote this more than two and a half years ago; stumbling upon it now, I am buckled with appreciation to realize I wholly know it and mean it. Still, or finally! It wasn’t just a phrase I was trying on, mouthing silently to see how it felt. I have learned it and know it. Like wrinkles and scars and calluses, so deeply it could be my vow. Hallelujah. I have not forgotten! (via beenthinking)