I must have failed to pay attention to the signs of betrayal in recent times, blinded by the search and longing of familiarity, the closest connection to the source of pain. And then wham! The utmost excruciating prick stings at a pressure point that I never knew could hurt more than it already does. It was good while it lasted, incredible actually and I couldn't be more fortunate. But moving on is what I need to focus on now, for now. This isn't about you, you or you, it is about me. Dealing with my emotions is the next big thing, as scary and as impossible and as unknown as it appears to be right now.
It is uncanny that Life knows just how and when to strike. It knows just when it's the right time and space to give a big kick in the butt. Boy it hurts real good when it happens and it hurts for a good long while after that, don't you worry. But it is only a sign of what's to come which will be so much sweeter. The hard yards will be slogged, the tears will be shed, the fear will be endured and eventually overcome. And it will be worth it at the end. I will not be held back by the shackles of petty immaturity or despicable actions, I will not succumb to the alluring comfort nest of familiarity.
They never say everything happens for a reason for nothing. The torture will be immaterial to the sweet success at a new beginning.
Come at me, Life. I surrender.
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