My heart, soul, and mind have been in turmoil these past week or so.
Things ended. Or did they?
If they did… then the road ahead of me, while difficult at times, should be free and clear of doubt.
But doubts I had plenty of.
I doubted my own memories.
I doubted my capacity to love.
I doubted my strength.
In the midst of all that confusion though, I saw a gift laid down before me.
But it required something of me.
It required something that I was not ready to give up yet.
It required something that I have held on to.
Hope that things will go back to the way they were.
They say hope is the last to go.
And when it left, there was no farewell party to send it off.
I almost missed it, were it not for the fact that I noticed… I felt lighter somehow.
It left quietly, slipping past my fingers like fine sand.
As I watched it leave I sighed, waved a quick goodbye, and managed a small but genuine smile.
Because hope floats, still.
Just not for the same thing.
Some things you have to let go, so you can move on to build and create something better in its place.
Sure. It may not be easy from time to time.
But starting over is really not all that bad.
Not when you keep your hopes up for something better.
So. Do I know what that is?
What that something better is?
You know what, I actually do.
And that, is a gift I’m now ready to receive.