Comfort

The following is a message I sent to a friend who was having a very hard time dealing with a loss of a loved one. When I read the words back, I realized that even I had not done what I had written to my friend. I had not just taken a step back to breathe in the world, to just live.

"People come and go, that is the truth and the circle of life. However, our lives are molded and shaped by those who have come into it. We could keep everyone at a distance shielding ourselves from the probable hurt and discomfort we would feel upon their leaving, whether that leaving be by choice or by nature. We would only be left with this empty void that we would have no way of filling. Our souls are not made by instinct but by example and by experience. We are who were are by what we have done in our lives. It is what makes us unique and makes us real and human. Things hurt, believe me, I should be the shining example of that statement. However, the hurt fades and the realization of that fact that life is still moving, breathing, and livable hits you. You move on. You get out of that bed, smiling occasionally. You will notice the sun is shining brighter and the trees are a bit greener someday. Maybe not today, nor tomorrow. But one day you will notice, and it is that day that your "happy" will be back. I promise, it is waiting somewhere. You just need to step back and wait for it.."