Seconds

 I have come to realize that our hardest and happiest moments usually happen within the span of a few seconds. We rarely see it coming, whether it's good news or a rash decision with life-altering consequences. But it's the tough ones that stand out the most. They make an impact. There is never any time to prepare yourself, both mentally and physically. All you can do is pick up the pieces and move forward as best as you can. 

There have been many such moments in my life. Events that changed the very fibers of me. That constructed me. The reasons I act. Behave. And all it took were seconds. My reality changed in mere seconds.

Every time it happens I become emotionally burnt out and confused. I debate with my mind, which wants to cower, to hide in a dark place inside me, and with my body which wants to drown or to feel something intense that doesn't burn. To remember, it's mine. Because in those moments, my body only feels the incident. Like it has only just been dragged along the ride. It clings to all the gruesome details I want to forget. The pain. The ache. 

Over time I have made it a point to remind myself that it could always be worse. I have been through the bad, learned what to do and what not to do, and eventually found a place in between that allows me a sliver of sanity.

So I stay grateful for the things that haven't happened, instead of mourning the things that have. 

It's crazy how blissfully unaware we are of our impending doom. As I said, we rarely see those moments coming. Devastation like that, the sort that tips your world on its axis and changes who you are on a fundamental level, gives no warning. They like to blindside you. So learn to take your win where you can. No one person gets it all. 

If all it takes is a second then there was never anything you could have done, or changed. Keep all your broken pieces together, because you can't glue something back together when you don't have all the pieces. 

It is never the end of the line because at no point is the damage too great. Life will always have a way of trying to break you, but just make sure that you could only be bent. There might be a fracture or two, but mend it with whatever you could use to keep going and come out of the other side. 

With all the love in the world

Yours truly,

Butterfly

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