suffering in wholeness
"what we give doesn't always return,
but what we give is always what we are."
-unknown
lately, life has been inviting me inward.
into the tender places.
into the spaces where old reflexes still reach before loving awareness fully arrives.
if i’m honest, i would change those first reactions.
the quick tightening.
the stories fear tries to tell in the in-between.
but i would never change the loving.
i would never trade the part of me that stays,
that witnesses,
that gently holds another’s ache
and reflects back their worth
when they cannot see it for themselves.
that is sacred work.
even when it costs something.
because yes, there is a kind of pain
in remembering who we are.
a holy ache as the false layers loosen
and the truer self rises to the surface.
but suffering is something else.
and that, we are not bound to carry.
so i am learning to move differently.
to pause before i grasp.
to soften before i defend.
to let love be the first language spoken through me.
to trust that nothing given in love is ever lost.
it becomes.
it roots.
it shapes the soul into something more whole, more honest, more free.
and maybe that is the quiet miracle:
that even here,
even now,
we are being remade by what we choose to give.
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