Within the last six years, I have lived the equivalent life experience of several decades. My very being, mentally and emotionally, was thrashed to its barest existence. Within that kneading and pounding the majority of the greatest insights of my life have come. So today I am grateful for my teachers called pain, grief and heartache. They beat me into submission where I needed to go so like a tree stripped by a storm I could grow more fully and stronger than before.
Taken from “Moving On” by ‘Cue Ball’
As of now, I am moving on.
Through and out, this hard time.
The clouds will clear, and the storm will pass.
Things are looking up, as I raise the mast.
Sailing on, and moving out.
From these dark days, I muster all my clout.
I am ready, to start again.
Just to see, where life begins.
Tough it is, and tough it will be.
Life moves on, and this I see.
So move on I will to start all over.
Just to see, the fields of clover.
I am still hurt, from my loss.
Nothing can change, what was lost.
Strength is coming, for me to move on.
I have learned not to damn the trials and difficulties of my life. As hard as any might be to face, it is still “my life” they are happening in. To damn them, is to damn my own existence. Much gratefulness is within to have learned that simple wisdom.
Serenity is not freedom from the storm,
but peace amid the storm.