"Tragedies do happen. We can discover the reason, blame others, imagine how different our lives would be had they not occurred. But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it. From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild."
//Paulo Coelho
I just realised that this was the first place that I interned at and this will probably be the last place that I will intern at. And interestingly, in those two years, I have made one full circle to be able to see where I came from and where I am going. Something he said struck me and made me wonder, has it really been that long? And by accident, I found one of my old qt journals and while flipping through it, I realised how truly difficult that period of my life was. That once upon a time, I thought that it would all end here and I would never be able to get myself out. But then as I read on and the entries changed, I understood just how faithful he has been, how he has stood shoulder to shoulder with me through it all.
And as I look back on that part of my life, I found that I could say with conviction that, that was just one part of who I ever will be. Is this what growing old feels like? That portions of your life that you thought would always be stuck in pain and hurt could really move on and allow you to become stronger?
If that is what it is all about, then I'm ready to grow up.
"Tragedies do happen. We can discover the reason, blame others, imagine how different our lives would be had they not occurred. But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it. From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild."
//Paulo Coelho
I just realised that this was the first place that I interned at and this will probably be the last place that I will intern at. And interestingly, in those two years, I have made one full circle to be able to see where I came from and where I am going. Something he said struck me and made me wonder, has it really been that long? And by accident, I found one of my old qt journals and while flipping through it, I realised how truly difficult that period of my life was. That once upon a time, I thought that it would all end here and I would never be able to get myself out. But then as I read on and the entries changed, I understood just how faithful he has been, how he has stood shoulder to shoulder with me through it all.
And as I look back on that part of my life, I found that I could say with conviction that, that was just one part of who I ever will be. Is this what growing old feels like? That portions of your life that you thought would always be stuck in pain and hurt could really move on and allow you to become stronger?
If that is what it is all about, then I'm ready to grow up.
