Here is where I guess it actually ends.
I never believed in anything until about seven months ago. I mean, I had hoped for things, but never truly believed in anything. Then someone I knew dearly and at one point loved romantically, died.
It rained buckets on the day of his funeral. I do not mean to be disrespectful when I say that the symbolism of this downpour was “appropriate,” but it was like we were in a movie or something. As we stood in the cemetery, the rain drenching us, I realized what many of us know but usually take for granted–life is short. Life is so short, we ought to be truly happy.
It is not that I was completely unhappy, but more that I was just existing. You may know this feeling. So, I took a chance and began believing in happiness. Over the weeks that followed, little things started happening, good things, so I continued to believe.
Soon I saw that the sparks of happiness were actually created by me and I realized that I was developing a new love for myself, too.
This week I faced a great difficulty and during this time it hit me that these two things, love for myself and happiness, will get me through anything.
So, here is where it ends. Fear, I mean. I am not afraid to continue down this path of happiness. I am not afraid to be in love. I am not afraid…what a wonderful feeling.
If you have not yet achieved this, you should take a chance and let the rain wash away fear for the sake of your own happiness, too.