To Write Love on Her Arms Day begins today.
As I awoke this morning, I realized today was the day, and before I even checked the amount of snow that had mysteriously fallen last night, I hunted down my Sharpie and went to work inking out that beautiful, four-letter word on my arm.
True to form, I screwed it up. The tiny, little heart I tried to draw just under the word "love" turned into some sort of a circle with a tiny tail.
Truer to form, needing perfection (or something close to it), I searched my cabinets for something that could take it off before I snapped my picture and posted it to my Facebook wall. I ended up with the Resolve, and, voila! The genetically deformed heart disappeared...
As I began to edit the image on my computer, I noticed the scar there, just to the left of the letter "L"...
And, I remembered.
A little more than embarassed to post the picture, as I realized some may recognize that as the type scar it actually is, I started to cut it out of the picture. Then, I thought, "How hypocritcal can you be? THIS is exactly what it's all about."
And, again, I remembered.
I went back to that horrifically unrecognizable dark place I was living inside a little more than a year ago.
This time, it was different. This time, I saw that place from afar...
And, this time, that horrifically dark place was unrecognizable to me from the outside, looking in.
So many have and do find themselves where I found myself back those months ago.
Disillusioned...
Dissatisfied...
Disengaged...
Disenfranchised from life.
From all aspects of life...
Family...
Friends...
Co-workers.
Feeling isolated and alone in a world that seems so very big and so very cold...
That would keep on spinning, whether they were here or not.
And, think it would be a better place if they were not.
Not taking the time to realize those they love so fiercely love them, too.
Ashamed of what they're feeling, and too afraid to admit things are really just that bad.
Never knowing that a few months can make all the difference.
I am living proof to all of them that they are wrong.
If a split second can make a difference, a year can make a world of difference.
If a smile can change a split second...
Love can save a life.
No one is unloved.
No one should feel unloved.
Hope springs enternal...
Where there is love.
That's deep!
ReplyDeleteI know. I'm not always in party mode, little boy. Why aren't you in school, Corey? Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
ReplyDeleteIf 'Congratulations' were ever appropriate, this would be it. May you always realize that you have no reason to visit that dark place.
ReplyDeleteI am always in awe of the talent you have for communicating life's emotions through the written word.
It's not talent! Everybody can do it...Goose.
ReplyDeleteI remember that day. Still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up when I remember that conversation with you. I'm glad you're in a better place. This is an issue we all need to talk about. Honesty is a good thing...it helps others. XOXO
ReplyDeleteWhat a day it was, right? I never wanna go back there again. I won't. <3
ReplyDeleteShowing our scars is so hard...the physical, but the emotional more so. Honesty leaves us vulnerable...to our own demons as well as others. I'm again amazed by you. And ditto Tsquared, congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI'm familiar with that horrifically dark place... & I KNOW you won't go back there.
ReplyDelete"Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world..." George Oppen
Chantel, once again you are too kind. Thank you. I mean that sincerely.
ReplyDeleteChris, never again. Never.
Pam,
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry I missed this on Friday.
Love you. This was powerful.