Two Roads.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Your flaws are perfect for the heart that's meant to love you...

I don't care what anyone says, or how the movies and pop song portray it; there is nothing poetic or romantic about unrequited love and heartbreak.
There is nothing poetic about the pain in your chest that threatens to suffocate you.
There is nothing romantic about the tear stained cheeks and pillows.
There is nothing poetic about wrapping your head around the why's and why not's.
There is nothing romantic about the silent text messages and phone calls.
There is nothing poetic about the anxiety filled sleepless nights.
There is nothing romantic about the hurtful things that were said on both sides.
There is nothing poetic about picking the pieces up each day to keep walking through life.
There is nothing romantic about the physical pain the emotional pain has cause.
There is nothing poetic about learning to put aside the lost dreams and future plans.
There is nothing romantic about a song or a scent triggering a happy memory only to be reminded that it is just that...a memory.
There is nothing poetic about games.
There is nothing romantic about apathy.
There is nothing poetic about starting over unnecessarily.
There is nothing romantic about broken promises.
There is nothing poetic about betrayal.
There is nothing romantic about anything that calls into question your strength and resolve.
There is nothing poetic about scars.
There is nothing romantic about pain.


But it is a part of life. One that we work tirelessly to avoid only to have it laid at our doorsteps more often than we would like. We try to find meaning it all of it and often question if it was all a waste. I am starting to learn that while the pain and heartbreak was never God's intention He can use it to refine my own character if I let him. It is a trying and uncomfortable process. It may not be romantic or poetic, but sometimes it is inevitable and necessary to learn how to walk through it. Glorifying the negative aspects of these situations is something we need to stop doing, especially as women. Because it isn't okay, but we will be okay.

1 comment:

  1. Ouch. I agree. There are several things that the media needs to stop glorifying; this is one of them. Going through this is extremely hurtful and not easy to capture on film.

    Matt R

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