You don't know until what is meant to happen eventually happens to you. It's simple. You don't know when you'll get your heart broken.. you don't know when it'll be mended.. you don't know if the roof that once sheltered you will fall on your head. You can't.. until it happens.
....and though I can't seem to figure out whether this is a blessing or another reason why my anxiety tends to reach its peak when it crosses my mind, I think this is the main reason why we keep moving. We push through the pain because we don't know what the next big thing is and therefore cling onto the smallest shred of hope that our eyes can see, and that our fingertips can trace for the beauty of not knowing where tomorrow leads and letting go of yesterday.
But, there's no need to get on our horses and lose track of all kind of perception. This process takes time and the next big thing can take weeks maybe even months to happen. What do we do meanwhile? We enjoy the process of healing, and whatever comes in between.
....and though I can't seem to figure out whether this is a blessing or another reason why my anxiety tends to reach its peak when it crosses my mind, I think this is the main reason why we keep moving. We push through the pain because we don't know what the next big thing is and therefore cling onto the smallest shred of hope that our eyes can see, and that our fingertips can trace for the beauty of not knowing where tomorrow leads and letting go of yesterday.
But, there's no need to get on our horses and lose track of all kind of perception. This process takes time and the next big thing can take weeks maybe even months to happen. What do we do meanwhile? We enjoy the process of healing, and whatever comes in between.
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