I’ve been reminded over and over again lately that my path through this world is a winding one.
There are twists and turns,
and vile swamps.
But each and every spot has it’s own beauty.
I may not see it until I’ve managed to make it further down the way, but it never ceases to be true.
The patches of painful thorns, catching on my skin and my clothes, reminding me of every mistake I’ve ever made-
they tell me not to be so hard on myself.
They remind me that if I stop thrashing against the past, the pain will fade and I’ll be free.
The muddy marshes that threaten to keep me in their melancholic murkiness
until my heart stagnates like the hazy pools that swallow the green-ness of the life around them-
they force me to slow down and remember who I am and why I’m walking along this path in the first place.
These are the spaces that make me work up the strength to move forward,
that force me to become stronger and grow.
Because even in the marshes, life finds a way.
Even in the dark and desperate places, where the shadows themselves seem tangled,
there is hope.
So when you find yourself in a slump, and you feel like your dreams aren’t worth working on,
like you’ll never be able to free yourself from the briars or find your way back to the road…
Remember that you haven’t really lost your way at all.
You’re just in one of the tough places that are there to help you grow,
so you can come back refreshed and stronger,
ready to take on the next twist in the road,
the next hurdle,
the next hill.
And you will be ready,
whether you believe it at the time or not.
Because this is your path,
and there will never be a space you cannot handle.