“Safety is a funny
word. We take it and use it, but often
the places we deem ‘safe’ are full of lies.
They don’t keep us safe, only hidden.
They don’t protect us from anything except the truth. The safety that I thought I had found was
really just a cave that I pulled my heart and my mind into to escape. It began with simple fantasies, but would
grow to be this whole other world where NO ONE COULD EVER MAKE ME FEEL THAT WAY
AGAIN. I was safe there. My own Fortress of Solitude. And it was great…
…until the walls
cracked. And it all went away.”
- from Chapter 1:
Bound
I’m going back through it all again. Not as a vivid reminder of the pain. But as a way of continuing to gain
understanding and move forward. It’s hard,
but it is the one thing that allows some of the residual pain to be shed and
new memories take their place.
I don’t want to hide.
We as a society are very good at hiding. Hiding from the truth.
There is a truth that can be leveling to your
spirit. But the only way to live is to
face the truth. Embrace even the dark
parts of it and moving into the morning.
That’s the really cool part of life.
We have the opportunity to start fresh every 24 hours. With the waking sun comes a new horizon. A clean slate in some ways.
So this morning I’m iced in with most of Atlanta. I’m sitting beside this gorgeous lady,
watching TV and thinking of the things that have given me hope and purpose in
the last several years.
A new day.
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