All it’ll ever really take is a large amount of time, some patience, and to be able to withstand all the blows that you’ve been hit with.
Of course it’ll hurt in the beginning. The scars will become etched and burned onto your skin and heart, but the pain will lessen. The wounds don’t heal instantaneously, but they’ll become wound up and wrapped.
You’ll become soaked in a pool of Love. A disastrous miracle. Wonders you’d never imagine yourself having, seeing, or feeling. All the experiences that you wouldn’t ever see yourself going through.
Because anything…And I mean anything is possible. Any one thing becomes possible once you set your mind to it. Thinking about all the uncertainties and fears will only bring them to life.
Give yourself more than one reason to live. Because being Alive means that your heart continues to beat after every suicidal thought that has come and gone. Being Alive in life means that you’ve surpassed the person who cut down your wrists whilst enjoying it…
Enduring each and every single ounce of suffering. Bashing and banging your head against the wall. Smothering your heart with aching, near-death experiences, tear-filled eyes.
When teardrops could no longer fall, and the screams became still and silent. When your voice became something that was and will never be a voice that is heard.
We’re all in this image. We’re all in the painting. The thing that keeps us all apart and away from one’s story is that we’ve been severed. What stitched it all together was torn apart. Ripped into millions of pieces…
But once we bring it all together, the puzzle becomes more and more complete. In time. Time, Patience, and Love.
-End- Rabbit Vang. March 3, 2014. Monday.-