Wrote this a long time ago. But, it feels pretty present.
Wings Like Eagles – May 2, 2011
Sometimes things happen in your life that you can’t control, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes you have to get going even when the going is tough. Sometimes you have to hit the floor in order to bounce back.
It’s always easier to give advice than to swallow it.
It’s always safer to stay on the ground than to open your wings and fly.
It’s always harder to say goodbye to the hand you’ve been holding than to stay while the grip is slack.
It’s always easier to accept and excuse than to seek rehabilitation.
It’s always safer to turn a blind eye than to take the hit you’ve been avoiding.
It’s always harder to be alone than to keep their warm body next to yours.
And sometimes, it’s more painful to let go of what you want in order to get what you need.
I’ve got my wings. I’m just trying to figure them out.
You get those moments when you tire of soaring, when you start losing speed, and start looking back at the ground knowing its comfort and security. You start thinking about those hands, about the way you fit perfectly in their arms, about the taste of their mouth to yours, about the inside jokes and future conversations. You want so much for them but they have to get it themselves. You want them to reach their highest goals, the pinnacle of their dreams, even if you aren’t a part of it. You also realize that the pain you feel without them still doesn’t compare to the pain you felt with them. Pain, however, never erases the love you felt, it just pushes you to understand that even though it hurts to walk away, that there will come a time where your love is matched and made whole.
It seems like I’m flying through a thunderstorm full of hail, lightning, and bone breaking winds. However, I won’t let that stop me. Know that every storm has its end, and once reached, there is an incredible rainbow waiting to be revealed. Hopefully you’ll have others beside you who get to admire it just the same.
Like they say… you’ve got what it takes, but it will take everything you’ve got.
Here goes everything I’ve got…
Love, B. R. Wren