MUSINGS FROM MIDLIFE
My Stories
About Love
I have learned someone can love you with their whole heart, and still break yours.
And that hurt they carry has nothing to do with you, but everything about the relationship they have with themselves.
I have learned no amount of love can heal another’s pain.
They have to love themselves enough to find their own way. I can only walk calmly beside them in their distress.
I have learned that is enough.
And that, this is love.
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you did not stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognised as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.