A recent breakup has a friend on a roller coaster, streaking to the sky one minute, high on optimism and determination and a fresh start - then free falling with rage and bitterness and recriminations the next. I read her posts and while a part of my heart aches for her, another part wants to shake her senseless until she's forced to let loose, forced to see that she's doing most of this to herself. An image of dead, dry branches and green twigs reinforced with resin comes into my mind - one makes for a splintery but clean break, the other is sticky, incredibly strong and resistant. One you step over and move on, the other will entangle and engage you until you slice through it and shear it off. So much easier said than done, I remind myself, remembering that it took me years to get free.
Though it may not be readily apparent to those close to us, each of us has a personal limit to what we're willing to tolerate and what we're willing to live without - we need only to work out which is which - also easier said than done.
“Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people's fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free.” ~ C Joybell C.
T'aint easy, McGee, as the old tv show liked to say, but it's worth it.
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