The internal hurt that you carry around, deep inside yourself…
the hurt that comes from the loss and longing of past people and things, long departed.
This is the result of growing older, the result of saying goodbye to loved ones and places and moments, the result of learning how to love and how to let go, that is natural with the continuing of years.
This hurt that you carry around, it only exists because you have truly put your heart out there. For a person, a moment, a place, a thing.
And all the grief and anguish from having to let it go, whether by your own choice or otherwise, this is merely a symptom of having lived, as you should, with no holding back.
It’s easy to feel the pain and want to immediately push it away, to wish that it did not exist. Maybe even to fear its existence somewhat.
But what if you were able to look at the hurt in a new way? What if, instead of something you withdrew from, the pain were something you were able to accept with peace in your heart?
Peace because you know those feelings are simply a reflection of your life experiences to date…
Experiences of living, of loving, fully and wholeheartedly, without limits.
Experiences of which you would dare not change.
What if all that hurt only means that you are doing life right?
Maybe even consider, for just a second, that you wouldn’t be the version of yourself that you are right now, if you had not learned of this kind of love, and of this kind of loss.
So the next time you look your deep-rooted pain in the face, please see it for what it is.
Maybe even be at peace with carrying around its weight.
For the heavy, my dear, only means you have experienced the light.
And that can only mean that you are doing something right.