"There's beauty in what struggle brings, but I just can't seem to see" pg. 40
...Or at least I couldn't for the longest time. I have spilled my soul into these pages. Repaired my broken heart through the process of admitting just how tattered it was.
Maturity comes with time, and peace is found through pain. To live, to grow, to garner hope, first it has to rain. I pray you find yours quicker than I did. Maybe this will help.
“I can’t keep getting reminders of what we’ll never get to be.
Those things I’ll never get to see.
Not when I wanted it so damn much.” –PG.34
This is not a love story — but a tale of finding peace, again. It’s a culmination of questions, thoughts, and realizations from a broken man who never knew better — or just forgot that the keys to happiness are in his hands. Better yet, in his mind, if he chooses to believe it.
None of us are ever too far gone. Maybe just a shift in tide – or expectation – away. I pray you remember this. I hope for the same. But... there are always new notebooks and empty pages, just in case.
