People come into our lives for a reason. I believe that amidst the randomness of loving and leaving and loving again that there is a purpose. Or maybe, that we give it purpose.
As I close chapters on people I loved in the past and then open up who I am today I feel gratitude. If I like who I am and I am a collection of every moment of my life, even the worst ones too are memories to be thanked.
This is hard to do some days. There are things I wish never happened, things I would take back, things I would act on if I couldn’ve seen the bruises of my inaction. Relationships that felt like wasted time. Love that I gave that was handed back to me twisted. People who wanted different things, or who wanted the same thing, just not with me.
On the hard days, it makes me sad. But mostly it makes me strong. I am writing my own story, after all, and here is the purpose I assign heartbreak: it taught me to love myself, it taught me to know what I want and what I need, it taught me to speak fiercer and kinder, it taught me that I can handle it – the world keeps turning and I keep moving forward.
My part romances or almost-romances were lanterns on the road. I hope I was able to be a light for those I loved in turn. I hope their journey is making them strong too. I hope we have made each other better for having loved one another.
With Love,
Natalie
Love this perspective. I also believe that things happen for a reason, even that reason is to teach us how to move forward. You just have to be willing to look for those lessons and keep moving.