When I realized that it was the beginning of the end, I was confused. Why me? I’m not a bad person. Granted, I’m not a saint either, but what did I do to deserve this? What went wrong? I gave everything. I gave up a lot, including alienating family. And in the end, there I lie, dying inside, with no will to move on.
Things change. They do. And for me, they DEFINITELY changed. Things were said, and unsaid. Things were handled the way they were handled. Trust gone and feelings of being manipulated. Can one go back once that line is crossed? I felt like a fool, the ones I gave myself to, my heart and soul…
Things can never be the same. Not now. I guess I still have the memories of days past, but the future is what I am most concerned about now. Being exiled here has given me time to think, to soul search. I’ve progressed nicely if I do say so myself. It’s true, things do get better.
An important key though is that it’s up to us if we want to find reasons to keep moving on, or stay in the same place drowning in our regrets and tears. We need to look forward and never look back. Certain things in life need to end, need to change, weather painful or not. But once the time comes, you’ll be able to stand in the fire and not get burned.
“Manipulation, fueled with good intent, can be a blessing. But when used wickedly, it is the beginning of a magician’s karmic calamity.” – T.F. Hodge
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