Our Woundedness
I wierdly have this belief that our hurts are more decisive than our happy moments. Once bitten twice shy goes the old Adage. One of my most heartful lessons I wish to unlearn is the subtle belief that I do not need those who hurt me. It must be salient that I am prone to wound and to be wounded. It is not something to be fixed, but a reasonable risk to be human. I need those who reject me. They have gifts I don't have. Those who reject me need me too. It's a reciprocal ideal that I may never reach. But worth holding fast because I if at all I am human, I cannot be useless. The Wise men from the east nailed it. If heaven made it, earth will have use for it. I need you.