Lately I was asked to think about an observation that those that care about me have noticed. It has been observed that I have spent time waiting at a closed door.
I had got stuck and without being honest with myself, was patiently waiting and hoping for that door to open again. Like a fool I had spent sleepless nights lying in bed going over past details wondering what I did wrong or how I could have misunderstood. And how for a brief moment, I could think I was that happy.
I took a long time to move on and since then have closed off that part of my life. I stopped looking for the next door and may not have even noticed other doors that might have opened for me.
Although we live it, sometimes it takes someone else’s observation to help us notice our own lives. With clearer eyes and pensive thoughts it became obvious that I was doing this.
I had been waiting patiently or valiantly or foolishly, depending on how you choose to look at it, for that door to open and begin that second chance with a man I once cared for so much. It is not easy to admit but I would rather be brave and admit it then pretend it didn’t happen.
But even a foolish heart can learn to be wiser. And the great thing about life is; it goes on. As the days go by, I am not ready to look for open doors but I have realized that we want the things in life that we put the most value on and I am now trying to define what that is for me.
Until next time,
Christy
Currently listening : Romanza By Andrea Bocelli
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