Growth
I am not sure what the fear is. The terror of change. These
thresholds of life. The atrophy of growth. Is there fear that growth only
occurs when adversity breaks one down? With the broken pieces held together with
the fiber that solidifies and causes the whole to be complete again, yet
somehow changed and at times for the better.
Can growth occur through love, self-care and gratitude? I am
stuck with an idea that depth comes out of pain but why pain alone? Has my
marriage not caused me to grow? The birth of my children? My deep, loving
friendships? Does joy not reveal newness
and growth in the same manner as tragedy? Perhaps joy, pleasure and love have
been utilized as a counter balance to the trauma of living. A place to settle
into but not seen as an alternate path for development.
