Just a Moment Ago

[PrttyBrd]

I am so moved I feel helpless. There is something profound in the openness of others. Bravery, if but for a moment, can be monumental to self and others. Deeply touched and wanting to embrace until the crying stops, until the pain disappears. Unable to help.Everyone has pain. For some, it is blatantly harsh. For others, so subtle they don't even know they are broken. These things have a way of popping up at the most inopportune moments. To put it out there for the world, to be that honest with yourself leaves me in awe. It is easy to hide behind twisted words and obscure references to ones personal horror. To be understood in theory only, not ever realizing the depth of the unseen injuries inflicted by a past that you're longing to forget.Ah, to be free enough to accept it as part of you. To no longer be a victim, to release its hold and be able to move on with everything. To forgive and let go. That is what I find enviable. It is something I am, as yet, unable to do. It is all in the perception. But the thoughts bring so much fear and pain that I don't want it to be a part of who I am. I understand that by fighting it, it's hold becomes stronger and evermore entrenched within me. Yet, to accept it, seems like I am embracing it rather than letting go. Perhaps I must do one to enable myself to do the other. Is it always that way?There are lessons learned in others' pain, in their joy, and in their examples. If it moves you, good or bad, then you walk away with something. Sometimes, what seems like nothing, will change you forever.I am disturbed, and very thankful.