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!
NO FEAR my ass, I am scared to death! For me I find this statement concerning. I have spent a large portion of my life in the service of others. Be it as a soldier, a security professional or a pseudo parent protection has been my life for longer than I care to remember. During my rough and tumble life I have been on both side of the coin, I have done good things for/too bad people and bad things for/too good people with ramifications that left scars all over my life. During my career I have seen great people and had the pleasure to speak candidly about some of the work they did. Across the board from all I spoken to, they all point to the standard definition of hero “one who does the job even though fear is paramount”. It is amazing that most never consider themselves hero’s just people doing the job as needed. In that I see and feel the same driving force: fear (like pain) reminds me I am alive and guides me. Fear makes me think, rethink, prepare, pack, unpack and repack. I vividly r
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