“We lose ourselves in the things we love, but in them we find ourselves too.”
We loose each other sometimes, only to find each other again. We find each other broken, we find each other sad, we find each other again when we are at our lowest points because God knows we all hurt. We get our hearts broken, we cry so hard our bodies have felt the pain, and at times we can even remember how it felt to be there. To be sullen and sunken into our sorrow, to be detached from reality and the world itself. We all have been there, I have been there myself.
The horrible thing is not many make it through. Not many are alive to say they overcame their battles. Not many are here to testify of their pain, of their deepest wounds, of their most heart-wrenching moments. They may have wanted to make it. They may have wanted to SO badly, but life became like a second chore and just like that they ended it. Just like that, their memories, their goals, ended.
That is why you should be thankful. That is why you should forgive those who have hurt you, those who have left, because everyone has been through a hell. That is why your pain, and all your suffering is nothing compared to the blessing of life God has given to you, because he forgives us endlessly and loves us even more.
I have been in the shallow and deep ends of pain. I haven’t seen it all or know it all to this point in my life but I am certain I have felt enough of everything, to understand that life is about loosing and finding. Loosing everything for something you love. Loosing it all, loosing control, loosing your sanity, loosing friendships, loosing the very thing that you believe keeps you existing, loosing God, loosing your motivation, LOOSING and LOOSING so you appreciate what it finally feels like to find it again. To find the peace you lost while trying to love someone, to find the friend you lost because you worried about petty arguments, to find the energy you need to move through every day, to find that person you let go of a year ago and eat tacos with them only to remember how much you missed eating tacos without them. To find the funny in everything that has happened in the past. To find the determination you left behind trying to please somebody. To find the sanity in being the best you can be for yourself and no one else. You must lose so you can find your way back to the very thing you thought you lost, only to find out you changed for the better along the way and nothing can stand in the way of your growth. I love that I have found the things I lost, I know that they are not perfect, that they are not the same but sometimes we lose each other, we lose moments, we lose the hope of future moments, but we get what God thinks is good for us. We loose each other only to find each other in a different time, where everything is different, but everything is good.