I very seldom want to know why.
I think I somehow innately get that the why really doesn't matter.
But right now, I want to know why.
I probably won't get a chance to know, and maybe I shouldn't.
Besides, I'll bounce back soon enough.
It's just all-to-reminding that I am human.
That I let my heart get intertwined in places it shouldn't.
That others are human.
That we're all trying to walk this life out.
And I can either choose to forgive the offense immediately, or I can let it bind me and serve as an invisible barrier keeping me from the fullness of life I've been offered.
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