It’s been a little bit since I updated, but I thought this would be a good night cap. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
It’s just the kind of stuff I need to get through to my own mind. Life doesn’t tie ends neatly and fit in a beautiful little short story or a novel with conflicts that resolve or a poem with the moral stark at the end.
Sometimes life just sucks. Sometimes it takes and takes and takes and the only way we get through it is to convince ourselves that we’ll get through it better people somehow, even though most of us who do get through it come out the other side more broken than mended. I think that while it’s okay to admit you have broken parts, that we should also acknowledge that that narrative we tell ourselves helps keep us put together.