For the past 25 years, my major focus has been about becoming the person I'd lost as I trudged through most of my life in survival mode. Over and over, I asked the questions: Why did it take so long to learn this? Why wasn't I smarter at 25? and Why am I going around this bend AGAIN??
Then one day--or more realistically, a slowly-by-slowly process--I saw a new someone in the mirror--a someone whose heart had found peace and a reasonable amount of wisdom.
Recently a friend posted the following on Facebook--and I realized that I'd been too hasty during my youth. Perhaps if I'd shopped more in the Children's Department at my local book shop I would have understood that finding oneself takes time....
“You
become. It takes a long time. That’s why it
doesn’t happen often to people who break
easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to
be carefully kept. Generally, by the time
you are Real, most of your hair has been
loved off, and your eyes drop out and
you get loose in your joints and very
shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
― Margery Williams
The Velveteen Rabbit
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