They said, "life is about remembering and forgetting" and for the life of me, at that particular time, I thought they were high.
Truth is that I soon realised that life is in fact about remember and forgetting. We get comfortable in our upmarket home until it is taken away from us, only to remember our humble beginnings. We forgot that cold sting of reality, the one that moves us from our comfort zone. Then we remember that class and status are simply labels that we don't really need to live whole, human lives by.
It is forgetting how much you love your partner, until the day your partner leaves you without a fight. It is about remembering how many real friends you have and how you've neglected to see them more often. It is waking up to the fact that you're moving yet again, when you boldly declared that "this would be the last time till we had children".
Hard times are necessary on our journey, it is the ebb and flow of character building that prods us to remember who we really are.
Where is the reset button?
At this point in my life (almost 10 years exactly since the previous 'awakening') I'm struggling with the remembering and forgetting part. I knew that it would require a shift in my thinking but wow, I've become a snob. Ok, well not a snob, snob but I've become accustomed to the lifestyle I've lived for the last 2 years in my Bryanston 2 bed townhouse - until now. Now I have to "cut my coat according to my cloth" and it pains me that I have to uproot for less than greener pastures. This isn't how our story was meant to end - or was it?
I've been shaken from my comfort zone yet again and I'm
It is in these moments that I catch myself making mental notes of the suffering I feel as my heart breaks. "She sunk deeper into the full bathtub, until her ears were engulfed in suds and the water level braced itself below her nostrils."
Yeah, its stuff like that I'm making mental notes of because I'm dealing and because I know that if life is taking me through this then the Universe has an epic happy ending in mind. (I may as well take notes, who knows I may need material for an autobiography one day.)
There are those moments, when you are so consumed by pain and grief, that you literally just wish someone, something, would take you out. And by out, I mean out. Today is one of those days for me, but tomorrow (when I'm over myself) the sun will shine again and life will carry on. One day at a time.
Take a deep breath, it's just life
But although we hurt and we can't understand or see the bigger picture, we have to have faith that everything is working out for our greater good. Yes of course its easier said than done - but what are the alternatives?
We live lives that reward us greatly when we see the world and experience it being fully present. The alternative is sinking into misery and the latter feels like life is happening to us as opposed to realising it is happening for us. For our soul purpose.
This means that no matter how raw and numb we may be to emotional pain, feeling that pain is actually food for the soul. It is through the suffering and the hurt that we burst into flames only to rise again from the ashes.
It is making that choice every, single day that determines the value of the lesson we learn and whether or not we grow from our temporary pain.
The alternative includes bottles of Vodka, handfuls of chocolate cake and perhaps even one or two destructive nights of self pity and remorse.
Hard times are necessary on our journey, and no matter what you're facing, you have a pretty good track record at getting through it.
Chin up sunshine, you're going places & this too shall pass.
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