The Light At The End of the Tunnel...

What happens when people you know, become people you knew? Will we ever see it for how it is, and not for how it was? As humans, we are perpetually anchored to our past, never seeking the future. The waters are too dangerous, too unknown. We hold onto “what could have been”, as we dwell in our inner melancholy on the island we deserted ourselves to. As we lay awake each night we wonder if we can truly survive. We pray for that one individual to find themselves back to our heart. Of course, they never do. There are reasons doors close, and others open. We must grow. We must learn how to stand. There comes a point where we need to stand up, brush the dirt of our knees, face the world and pick up the pieces. It is a fact that the human heart can stop beating to the point where we are legally pronounced “dead”. But by some miracle, we survive. The heart beats once more. We are given a second chance to live. The pain can be conquered and if we are lucky enough, there will be someone there to hold our hand and help us heal.

Diane Arbus