I guess Lee Ann Womack nailed it when she belted that song
out. How many times have we been there? We say we are not going to fall for
someone and then out of the blue, one little smile and its all out the window.
Before we know what has happened we are picking ourselves up off the floor in
pieces. More times that I would like to say, I have been hurt by caring too
much. Even more times than that I have
sworn that I would not care and I would be ok with this one. Yet I continue to
get hurt and am a friend to many who do the same thing. Is it so bad? I would
rather go through life with pain than to live with nothing. Pain reminds me I
am alive and that I still care. It is a burden to bare a life lived without emotions.
We are creatures of love and compassion. We live our lives trying to be a part
of something and more of that time is spent trying to care. We gauge ourselves
and others on how they care. We almost set ourselves up to cause and feel pain.
Many even try to end things so they are the “hurt” ones just to look better in others
eyes. It’s pretty simple for me: I live, I love and I get hurt! I have even
told a few that I “was at their mercy” and knew that I would be hurt. Scars are
just tattoos with cooler stories. So as we travel down life’s road and get hurt:
ask yourself did I cause it? Did I give it my all? Can I live with how I behaved?
For you are the one who must live with your choices. It must be a sad lonely existence
to never know the sting of loves touch. I welcome the pain for the thought of
loving someone will always far out way the pain of it not working!
Funny how life can trigger a memory by a mere smell, glance or song and today it did again. As I listened to Alabama sing “Feels so right” I was transported back to 4H Congress dance from my formidable years. Since I was able to walk my parents made me speak in public (and thank you for it) especially in 4H and FFA affiliated activities. Well little did I know how far or what a benefit that would be. As I spoke at the NC state level 4H competition for several years I began to make friends and have my little crew with me. We did it all together and were inseparable but being pre internet and Facebook we did little in talking over the year so we made up for it when we could. Being a teenager at a large competition of other teenagers was daunting but crazy rewarding. We had the run of NC State University in the summer and we demonstrated our zest for life in all we did. I vividly remember a girl name Helena from 4H camp. She was everything beautiful and different (thanks Keith Urban “Stup
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