There is that moment where you realize
despite the assurances your fears are true
Wanted to be wrong
Wanted things to be different
Alone having to live with the pain
“The courage to be is the courage to accept oneself as accepted in spite of being unacceptable” -- Paul Tillich
I feel fractured between the lives of my past and the potential ones in my future. Where is it that I belong? As I move forward, where do I need to exist? Where can I exist? Should I stay still and represent a life that no longer fits but still is important? Should I move away and deny my wants and desires to be near and with those that matter? I feel guilty saying things out loud that are not criminal, not harmful and yet feel like I am betraying my life until now. When am I me versus who I was and are those things really that different?