What makes a life? Is it the things we do? The places we visit? The people we know? Or is it comprised of what we neglect? The choices we didn’t make, the path we didn’t take? The older I get, the more I am a witness to life’s greatest pleasures and pain. It’s who we are and who we become despite the challenges we face and in spite what life throws at us. The thing is-how do we accept what isn’t working in our lives and tranforms them into butterflies?
Life comes and goes and we can choose to embrace all of it-the happiest moments and the most difficult or we can stand in front of it and pretend none of it exists. When it comes to life’s thorns, do we let ourselves experience the pain or cover our wounds with a band-aid?
