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Yes I know its supposed to hurt, yes I know there are rough patches, yes I know that’s not how it happens, yes I know it’s not realistic, it’s not gritty, yes I know that’s not what fate, the gods, the writers say. Yes and yes and yes I know I know I promise you I know-
But what if
things got better?
things could get better?
what if love didn’t always have to bleed?
what if pain wasn’t inherently more valuable than care?
what if those who thought themselves out of reach still had unconditional love?
what if those trying their best to shoulder the burdens of responsibility got to share the weight?
what if family was supportive, and protective?
what if they grew, what if they learned?
what if they got to get up the next day and keep going, not the same as before, but still getting through this?
what if they weren’t alone? not by circumstance, but by choice?
what if they could heal and you could too?
I know that’s not how it ends. I know it ends in pain and tears and a thousand split branches telling different stories, few of them any kind of joyful.
But maybe it doesn’t have to.
Maybe we pick the branch that bends skywards. Maybe that’s what we need.
Hope is a decision. Found family is deliberate.
Ultimately it’s your choice.
Play in the sand.
I don’t want mine to be full of glass.