Oh yes. Yes!
Oh yes. Yes!
Thanks! I struggled to put it into words myself. There is just so much going on in that city that you don’t quite know where to begin. Truly one of the most unique places I’ve ever visited!
A very dear friend of mine recently went through a very horrific experience, and as I sat there in the hospital room and later in her home, I found myself at a complete loss for words, with nothing in my head but a numbness and a constant repetition of one question: Why do horrible things happen to good people?
It’s a question everyone has asked themselves time and time again. Sometimes God is brought into the equation, and people helplessly tell each other that ‘He only gives us what we can handle,’ as if getting shit upon shit piled onto us is somehow OK because ‘we can handle it.’
And what about the worried, hovering, anxious friends and family who sit by and watch these shitty events unfold, unable to do a thing about it but spout meaningless words about God and strength, endlessly apologizing as though it is somehow their fault for not stopping this from happening, saying that they understand. But they don’t, really. No one can wrap their head around the pain, the anguish, the hopelessness, the sorrow, except the person who is currently living it, breathing it, surviving it.
The words ‘I love you,’ and ‘I’m here for you’ are tiny compared to the nightmare this person is living. I just hope that if enough people say them enough times, they might grow big enough to become a raft, something to grab onto and hold for dear life until the waves have stopped crashing over your head, and you can keep breathing until you reach the shore.
And yet, the person who has to do the most work in order to reach the shore is the person who may have lost the will to keep kicking, to keep staying afloat.
It’s you. Your hope and your strength that will keep your legs moving enough to get you there. I love you, and I’m here for you. Just please don’t stop kicking.
The only way anyone should watch Twilight. Ever.
A dog after my own heart.
I love this for OH SO MANY REASONS. Hats off to Ms. Rubi Chakravarti.