That's right. Pain.
Think about it. Some of the best songs, poems, works of literature, all came from the fingertips of a gut-wrenched, heart-broken artist.
But there is beauty in the pain because there is life. Not one of us can walk through this world without experiencing pain at some point. And why would we want to?
Yes, every time our heart gets torn, or ripped to shreds, every time you feel the stab of a silver bladed tongue...it hurts. But we heal. And when we do, there are scars. Those scars are there for a reason. Sometimes they protect us, keep the next attack from penetrating the scar tissue and therefore lessening the ache. Sometimes they are simply there to remind us, to help us remember where we've been and keep us from making the wrong choices again. Because the first time...it's a mistake. The second time...it's a choice.
And as I was writing today, I realized how true a concept it is that some of my best work has come from a deep, dark place. A place filled with raw emotion. And isn't that the best kind of emotion? Raw. True. Realistic. You can't fake that. You can't pretend when those emotions flow onto paper. They are real. And real is more powerful than anything you could conjure up in your imagination.
With that said. I have done some of my best writing the last 2 months. It's how I have coped. It's how I've moved beyond the pain. It's how I've talked to you and told you what I was feeling, without actually talking to you. It's how I've realized I will always miss our conversations, our connection, our times together...in some small way. But it's also how I've come to see that I deserve so much more than you were capable of giving me at the time.
And all I can hope for right now is that God has something amazing planned from the choices I will make moving forward.
Beauty from the pain.
