Ramblings of a Hurt Heart

I feel that I'm honest. Sometimes brutally honest. I appreciate someone with this same quality. Because I KNOW they'll call me on my sh*t. After all, doesn't everyone need SOMEONE to call them on their sh*t, even if it's only once in a while?

There's no such thing as perfect. It's a relative term used and applied as the speaker sees fit. It's a difficult term because even though we all know and say and *believe* there's no such thing as perfect - that's what we strive for. What is perfection?

Change. There is only a couple of things guaranteed in life. Living, changing, dying. We know this but why is it so hard to adapt to change? Learn to be flexible? Learn to be forgiving? We have one shot at this life. We should make the most of it and enjoy the ride, right?

We all have internal "demons". Some of us find it pretty easy to keep those demons in check, where others have lost control of them. Demons left uncontrolled can wreak havoc in your world and destroy everything you love/want/have. These demons close us off from our true self and entice us to be selfish.

Selfishness is isolating. Lonely. It closes you off to the people around you and closes your heart to love. It destroys the relationships you have and leaves no path for reconciliation if carried on for too long.

I feel like giving up. Giving up because it's easier - easier to heal my hurt heart and move on with life. Move towards more positive energy and the good moments. I know life isn't always easy and there are moments and situations that test your strength, integrity and resolve for doing the right thing.

For now, I move forward with hope. Hope that what once was, can be again - and the sun will shine down upon us as we embrace the changes and cast off the demons.