Letting Go
It’s insane.
How can you possibly be expected to completely forget everything you’ve learned about a person after months and months of spending time together. All the little quirks, the things they would say, the things they didn’t need to, all those good qualities. And of course you only focus on the good qualities.
It’s impossible.
If you really, truly cared about them, it’s impossible.
It sure feels impossible, anyway. Or nearly impossible.
But then time passes.
Time is the only real medicine to ease this hurt. A dose taken with each passing hour, day, and week. The wounds and cuts slowly heal forming more scars on the tissue that wraps around the heart.
Mountains: A Love Letter
There’s no feeling quite like that of cresting the top of a mountain; seeing the horizon and lands that lay thousands of miles below.
You trudge up the end of the path, perhaps turning a corner, or bursting through one last patch of trees before the summit.
And you’re there.
Seeing all the land around you, how far you’ve come, it’s what makes it all worth it.
You feel like a giant as you gaze down at the land before you, at the same time you realize just how small you really are.
Mountains are beautiful and captivating, challenging and dangerous. They ask much of us to be able to stand on their shoulders.
The price: countless steps and strides; miles of walking.
But what they give in return makes it all worth it.
The perspectives
Of our surroundings, our world,
Ourselves