Band Aid.

“It hurts to tear that bandage off. 

We don’t want to see what’s underneath. 

But maybe it’s not the fear of the pain that holds us back. 

Maybe we’re really afraid to see if the wound underneath is still open or

if it might actually be healing.”

Lost Cause !

What hurts us is cumulative. It happens over time. 

We absorb blow after blow. 

Shock after shock. 

Painful hit after painful hit. 

But even then, even if we know exactly how we got here,

it doesn't mean we can fix it. 

You can't heal every wound. 

And that's okay. I have to believe that's okay. 

I have to believe that even if something seems as if it can not be fixed, it doesn't mean it's broken.

Decide

We're all gonna die. 

We don't get much say on how or when, 

but we do get to decide how we are gonna live. 

So do it, decide. 

Is this the life you want to live? 

Is this the person you want to love? 

Is this the best you can be? 

Can you be stronger? 

kinder? 

more compassionate? 

Decide. 

Breathe in...Breathe out...and decide.