We discover we have so little because we ask so little, we have learned to expect so little because we believe we deserve so little. So we lead little lives and yearn for more, not knowing why our lives don’t grow and expand.
I live alone to recover. At times I feel like I’m still there in that old house and any moment she will come roaring through the door, assaulting my senses and my spirit, and I will recoil further into myself. She has been gone from my life for a very long time, and yet I’m still in hiding, mistaking solitude for safety.
They pour salt on our wounds and grind it in with their heels. They tell us to forgive, to reconnect, to do this, that or the other. Ought, must and should are the order of the day. If we will just oblige and bow our heads in acquiescence, all will be well. The surface will turn to glass and the world will be satisfied.