Some days, even when the day is good, the heaviness of it all weighs heavy in my soul. I miss those gone. The ache is real and heavy and isn't even all mine, yet I wear it like a cloak.
I miss the days when I believed in fairy tales. Danced in the rain. Let my heart believe. Then it crashes down.
There is just the reality that life is what it is, full of aches, even when we choose joy.
I guess I just believed too long, too hard; I believed that "in love" happened like in the movies. Where it wasn't for gain, or comfort, but rather powerful and selfless.
Maybe today is just a day of heaviness as it has been my whole life. Tomorrow I will wake and again choose joy. Choose to dance and laugh and work hard for my little beloveds.
Namaste beloveds. May your battles be mild and your heartaches few. May your loves be passionate and betrayals rate; and losses very few.
Remember, you aren't alone, I'm here with you.
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