Life from death
It’s hard being hurt many times in life. Every hurt chips your heart away a bit. Sometimes it feels like there’s nothing left to chip away. Feels like there are only bits and pieces of your heart, lying on the floor, scattered, lost, swept away in the dusty corners.
Hurt also gives depth. Loneliest tears give the most beautiful pieces of diamonds. The most sad moments in life give you perspective about the goodness that is all around us. Every slap in the face becomes a shiny shell from the depths of the ocean. Every cruel word becomes a knife that cuts the most delicious pie. All those moments of deep despair become the most precious bits of your soul, the only bits that sun rays ever really touch.
Don’t deny yourself to be hurt. To deny yourself to be hurt is to deny yourself the possibility of being in the present of pure Life and the beauty of it.
Life never happens when it’s all still. Life happens in the fierce water, crashing on the rocks and splashing on the beach in raging protest against death.
Life happens from chaos. Life pulls love from despair. Life makes love when stars collide and universe becomes the canvas for creation.
Embrace the dark and hug it till it hugs back. Leap into the abyss and find the birth of a new life.
Chaos, hurt, pain… the beginning of everything. The big bang. And after the beautiful supernova, all is possible and expanding. Life finds a way.
This expansion is the day number 39 of my 100 Days of Writing Challenge.
