I heard once that hearts never really heal. They just grow scar tissue over open wounds so that we can live with ourselves again. And I think my scar tissue had grown so thick that I forgot a wound lay beneath it. But then the knife fell and opened the gash again, and "missing" bled out into my life.
I also read once, about how love for those around us can change us. It forges something new out of what we used to be. I thought in the time apart, I had changed enough that the parts of me where "missing" resided had all grown out. But they were still there, well-hidden.
I heard once that souls have no concept of time, which is why missing occurs so easily. The soul doesn't know that they will be back, or how long they have been gone, only that they are not here. And so it mourns their presence, cries out in their absence, until they return.
Coming back to writing this, weeks later, I find my calluses have again thickened, though my heart is still sore. Maybe missing is just a part of who I am. Perhaps it's a part of all of us- after all, life is always changing and growing into something new. And as wonderful as it is, I wish that I got to choose which parts changed and which stayed the same.
Some things I don't miss. Some I regret. But others make my soul ache in a way nothing else can because they are gone and will never be here again, at least not in the same way. These things may not be necessary. They may have had to disappear so I could grow. Yet still I miss them being here.
Who do you miss? What do you wish hadn't ever changed?
I heard once that souls have no concept of time, which is why missing occurs so easily. The soul doesn't know that they will be back, or how long they have been gone, only that they are not here. And so it mourns their presence, cries out in their absence, until they return.
Coming back to writing this, weeks later, I find my calluses have again thickened, though my heart is still sore. Maybe missing is just a part of who I am. Perhaps it's a part of all of us- after all, life is always changing and growing into something new. And as wonderful as it is, I wish that I got to choose which parts changed and which stayed the same.
Some things I don't miss. Some I regret. But others make my soul ache in a way nothing else can because they are gone and will never be here again, at least not in the same way. These things may not be necessary. They may have had to disappear so I could grow. Yet still I miss them being here.
Who do you miss? What do you wish hadn't ever changed?
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