I’m hiding from the sun behind curtains that barely hold back the light as both of my worlds continue to collapse before me, but with everything going on all I can think about is “I don’t know how I feel about this anymore.”
The best thing I’ve learned is that everything we do is a choice – our wonders, doubts, and everything in between. No matter what we feel… because somehow our choices sculpt our feelings.
Sometimes we mess up and hurt others, or worse, we hurt ourselves, but we always go back to our true essence.
Other times, choices begin to color us grey.
I’m sad and hurt and confused, but I’m thankful for the choices I’ve made that make me refuse your choice to hurt me.