Healing: Essay
When
it is a difficult time to deal with loss, sadness, and sorrow, you grieve. The
harder your grief, the deeper the love was that you lost and cannot comprehend
it. Time is a healer. It takes time to comprehend, to go over and over again of
the chain of events. The heart is damaged and overflowed with feelings and
emotions.
I
go to the ocean and stare at the ocean waves. Lucky for me, ocean is in a
walking distance. I allow myself to feel. In the glaze on the ocean and the far
horizon where the sky and the water are the same, I live in my feelings
destructed by sea gulls, sea weeds, shells and little rocks.
There
is no way to be a perfect person, but a million ways to be a good one. I try; I
try my best. God is the witness. I want to live and to breathe. One step at a
time. The hard truth is that nobody can do it for you. Nobody walks in your
shoes. The truth is that you cannot wait until you feel “better” to start
living, you might be waiting forever. I know that I do not have a lot of time
left. I realized that the active seasons of life are behind, and what I will do
next is up to me. How to do it, I do not know. I am uncertain. What I do know is
that I must go and live my life.
Perhaps
healing does not always come before the experience. Sometimes, the experience
is what heals you. The whispers of the ocean woven into feelings. Life is not a
competition. The only thing that should matter is living the way I know. I do
not apologize for staying behind. I live and breathe; occasionally, I smile. I
am blessed. I am living, and the hand of God shows me the way through dark
nights to breathe in the mornings, to smile in the sunshine rays of the
summertime sun. A soft pink pearl sun makes my pulse and tides run.
Tomshinsky@2025
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