Number eight is me loving life! :D
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
My To-Do/To-Done/To-Doing List
On a lighter-non-emo-note, this is what I've been up to, summed up nicely in this picture!
Hope - Pt 2: "How Far We've Come"
It's been a little more than a year from now.
Looking back down the road, at that particular spot where I stumbled...
... fell...
... hurt myself...
... despaired...
... cried out...
... looked up...
... and reached out for the hands that helped me up.
I remember how it was like... But it's like looking in a cracked and dirty mirror - everything is fuzzy and fogged up.
I remember how it was like... But the focus isn't sharp as it was before.
I remember how it was like... But those memories are from a lifetime ago. As if it were through the eyes of someone else on the outside looking in.
Like faded words on the pages of an old storybook - familiar but only vaguely, and then with a faint sense of strangeness.
Looking back down that road, I can begin to glimpse that slow and subtle journey of recovery. And that not solely on my own account, but a burden shared on the shoulders of others - even those who were once strangers, but have now become steadfast friends.
Yes. I still remember. Honestly, I doubt I will entirely forget.
But at this moment, looking back down this road, I realize how far I've come. Where I am right now. And how much further this road will take me.
Onwards.
Looking back down the road, at that particular spot where I stumbled...
... fell...
... hurt myself...
... despaired...
... cried out...
... looked up...
... and reached out for the hands that helped me up.
I remember how it was like... But it's like looking in a cracked and dirty mirror - everything is fuzzy and fogged up.
I remember how it was like... But the focus isn't sharp as it was before.
I remember how it was like... But those memories are from a lifetime ago. As if it were through the eyes of someone else on the outside looking in.
Like faded words on the pages of an old storybook - familiar but only vaguely, and then with a faint sense of strangeness.
Looking back down that road, I can begin to glimpse that slow and subtle journey of recovery. And that not solely on my own account, but a burden shared on the shoulders of others - even those who were once strangers, but have now become steadfast friends.
Yes. I still remember. Honestly, I doubt I will entirely forget.
But at this moment, looking back down this road, I realize how far I've come. Where I am right now. And how much further this road will take me.
Onwards.
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