with all that’s going on, it’s easy to feel hopeless.
it’s like cupping water up with your hands, and feeling your spirit slip through the cracks between your fingers.
but when you draw your hands to your lips and take a drink, the screaming feeling on your throat still goes down, maybe not as much as you want it to, but just a little.
and maybe we need to see that as enough.
i know that everything sucks right now, but we cannot give up hope
if anything, it is the one thing that we can still keep tightly to our chests as we fall towards the ground, thrown off the cliff side by people who don’t care as we brace for what lies below.
and while you probably want it to transform into a parachute so that you can land safely and with grace, it’ll probably be just an air mattress from your mother’s basement.
it won’t do much to make the impact easy, but if you didn’t have it, you’d be facing forty broken bones rather than a messed-up ankle and bruises too numerous to count.
and i know that it hurts, it always hurts to hit the ground, but if you know that then you know that you can rise again.
i tell myself that i’ve made it through worse whenever the days get too hard and the nights get too restless, and maybe i haven’t.
maybe this is the worst thing i’ve ever faced, but the only way to live now is to survive and i don’t really want to give up yet.
so relish in the sweetness of the probably unclean river water and wash off your face.
this battle isn’t over
but you won’t see the end of it if you let yourself become a casualty to fear
this is your life, and while you may not have the power to make everything easier in one fell swoop you have the power to take it like a champ and stand up again.
you can rise again, you can fly again.
you can bite your tongue as the peroxide stings and bandage up your wings.
i know you hate the bandages but you need to protect yourself
your life is more important in the decades to come than your comfort for a few months of gauzy wraps that you took from the first aid kit your mom bought you for summer camp.
it won’t be easy, and the journey has proven deadly thousands of times over, but any chance is still a chance, and one you should take advantage of.
so instead of hiding in fear, patch up your wings, say a prayer and run towards that cliffside to take a leap of faith.
because when you spread your wings after so long and feel the wind in your hair, it will be so incredibly wonderful.
- faith over fear