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the thing about dreams is that they become so detailed in your head. You grow and dream about and wish for life as you want it, life as you expect it. You get specific and detailed on how you hope things to fall.
And then life happens in all of its glorious calamity. You end up with a tornado coming through your backyard and nothing happens that even closely resembled what you had planned.
I am learning about expectation. I think it is best to expect nothing. Not in some dire and miserable way, but in a hopeful way. To let go of the constructs of my future that I so painstakingly built in exchange for what is in my life today. My life is not what I wanted, but God is still good.
Dammit that sounds so cliche.
hope today is a wellspring inside. It splashes up into my heart and reminds me that I cannot imagine the end of my story. I have to remember that the pile of dust in my chest isn't hopeless. the only thing better than being born, is being (re)born.
" - M.
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