What I thought would kill me, didn't. Every time I said to myself: I can't take this anymore -- I was wrong. The truth was that I could and did take it all -- and I kept surviving. Surviving again and again made me less afraid of myself, of other people, of life. I learned that I'd never be free from pain but I could be free from the fear of pain, and that was enough. I finally stopped avoiding fires long enough to let myself burn, and what I learned was that I am like that burning bush: The fire of pain won't consume me. I can burn and burn and live.
-- Glennon Doyle, Untamed, p. 51
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