It is pretty messy when things fall apart. Though it is alright, truly it is. I look back to all that I have mastered and crushed at the same time. We cannot have the bland water to make an egg harden. Why do we wish for that which is not? I believe in the process. Even when the process is unbearable. We press on.
I got a speeding ticket the other day for the first time perhaps ever and I smiled. Such an odd response, but the officer said something that stuck. About the high number of deaths due to accidents and that speed limits are created on the basis of what constitutes safe driving levels. The ticket will most likely be removed from my record, but I slowed down. I watched the limits.
Maybe that ticket saved my life. Maybe it stopped a collision that was waiting ahead. I cannot change the rough spots that make for resilient means, but I can decide the beauty that is there. Come on look closer, it is hiding there in the crakes between the anger of a frown. Ugh it hurts to be upset and maybe in time the wrinkles will crease to pages that make you laugh. Thankful for the pain of progress.