Day 330 - Je Suis Three faces of pain: Denial Suffering Choice I always prided myself on being a survivor. I wasnt just anyone; I was someone who had endured and kept on going. Where others had a normal childhood, I did not. Where others had a home, mine was taken away. And the memories I did have were almost wiped out in an accident. I didnt even have any surety that what I remembered was real or something I dreamed up. I had chosen to suffer. I called myself survivor, but survivor was spelled sufferor. Now Im walking away from that to the extent I can. Its scary, because thats all I knew for most of my life. But Im slowly choosing joy over suffering, happiness over pain. Ill survive this transition too, as Ive survived many before. But this time Ill bring a thesaurus with me and try out the many flavors of joy before I settle on one word that is me. Thatll be me over there, the one with the book. Ill be sitting on a moss-covered rock by still water, speaking into joy, trying out the many names of the divine. And maybe Ill do it in French, or Garlic or Binary. After all, how hard is to learn a new language after youve learned a new way of living?
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 12:01:47 +0000
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