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You ever have those nights in which you can't sleep, you feel melancholy. Sort of a sense that you've made it through the hurts that life has thrown you, the wounds that life has dealt you and the destruction you have witnessed, You made it through by whatever means you could, but perhaps you haven't really faced or processed all that life has thrown at you.
(Originally written and posted on 04/18/16)
They say life is for the living, but even the living need time to process the wounds, to process the hurts and to process the destruction. Yes, life is for the living, but even the living need time to catch their breath, even the living need time to process, even the living need time to reflect, but life doesn't always offer those moments. Just for once, it would be nice to scream, "ENOUGH!" as we catch our breath.
We adapt, we move forward, we put on the happy face (at least until the crowd is gone) and then we try to move back into our own little space to try to make sense of it all. Sometimes, we are blocked by the need to move forward, sometimes we are blocked by the inability to face head-on a profound loss, and sometimes we are just blocked by the sense or push to "get over it". As if we can take punch after punch and say, "well that didn't hurt". As if we can fall down the stairs and yell upstairs, "I'm ok". As if we can bury a family member on Tuesday and go back to work on Friday and say, "I'm good."
I guess what I am saying is that I think we spend too much time sleepwalking through life. We spend too much time being the walking wounded without really contemplating or breaking down what the h*ll happened. As much as it pains me, I know I'd rather face the music, face the pain, face the demons than push them down like a snooze button on an alarm only to have them pop up ever more distracting/annoying/upsetting than the previous time.
Anyway, that's my happy thought for the morning. Rich 1, Poison 0. HA
