We have to reinvent ourselves.
We fall apart; we’re disarmed and vulnerable. We’ve been broken, wrecked, and ruined before.
But we get up.
We transform. Like the phoenix who etches his wings before being consumed by his own flames. This mythical bird becomes ashes and is reborn from them. So it is with us. But we don’t immediately identify that we are in fact transforming.
We’re stuck. Unable to realize that everything we’ve been through is the catalyst to creating the life we’ve always imagined.
Because we are too focused on the pain, and there’s no blame in this. We have the scars to prove our lost childhoods and loved ones, the heartache experienced time and time again. We’ve been let down, failed; we’ve let our fears take over. Been consumed by our glorious flames.
But then something happens. We revive ourselves. We, in fact, have all of the…