When Hurt Lingers: The Power in Building Calluses

Are we mad at what took place, or at how we must now handle it?

Are we upset about what was, and what could have been, or for what it all represented to us?

That “it” is many things.

That “it” changes and shifts too.

And that “it” is what we are now—for it is part of what became our experience, our story.

Sometimes we are to comfort.

And at times, to be comforted.

One doesn’t negate or belittle the other.

There’s a rhythm to it—a taking of turns.

For the human experience—this journey of life—isn't linear for all.

The many can experience the same essence through different forms.

The farmer and the cellist both develop calluses.

So too, do two individuals who walk a path of self-discovery and healing.

Let not one sulk in the "whys,"

For the answer is not to be found in a solution,

Nor to be discovered within discouragements—

But rather in discernments.

To raise your head while lowering your hands leads to foul play—despair.

To raise your hands and lower your head—that leads to acceptance through surrender, regardless of sense.

For one cannot grasp that which exists beyond human perception,

Rooted in the limitations of our Human Condition.