There's something to be said about that feeling in the pit of your stomach (or in the corners of your mind) you can't shake when you're confronted with something immense. It opens so many doors that were thought to be closed and sealed shut but weren't and seemed more like they were waiting on some incredible force to pry and blow them wide open, off the hinges almost.
The question because why is it that when we're like this that we become something different?
Are we so tired of carrying our crosses that have been cutting into us that we finally realize that the only way to truly move forward is to cast it off and march on?
It does provide a great deal of relief and help in some way but why does it have to be through difficulty and tears that we liberate ourselves?
It's us pushing back against the dark forces that have scared us and tried so damn hard to convince us into thinking we're weak. We're not weak. We might be vulnerable because human beings have a lot of weaknesses but those weaknesses are not fatal, we can and will and do recover from them. Even if we're crying our eyes out like something's terribly fucked up. We all stumble but we won't fall.
beautiful
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