When horrible things happen. It tears away at you and makes you question everything. Finding yourself, and embracing that person is a continual quest. If you were to ask me who I was, up until a few days ago, this would be my answer:
-I am a perpetual optimist
-I give everyone the benefit of the doubt
-I love love and seek it out in all of my interactions
-I am a hard worker who always feels like I get more than I give
But every now and then a tragedy befalls you. Maybe not even you. Maybe you are just standing witness, helplessly watching as someone you love suffers.
It’s selfish, but you can’t help but to reflect on your own life and your own choices during these times. Watching one of my dearest encounter tragedy has completely thrown off my trajectory.
I WANT to be jaded. I WANT to be fearful of love and trust and good and pure. As I say it to those who will listen, I realize it is a lie. I try to speak it until it is true. I try to claim that commonsense approach to life as my own. But I can’t. I am still the person with the qualities I listed above, but I guess I’m just mad about it now.
It’s hard not to feel foolish when you love when others have it stolen from them. To trust when others have it broken. At the end of the day, I have to remember that I have it tattooed on my body for a reason.
And you shall love.
And I will. Forever. Foolish or not.
And You Shall Love 