Every so often, we experience something that breaks us down, and then we pick up the pieces, and figure out how to put ourselves together. I call this growth. I build a stronger and matured ME, until the next time I am forced to regroup and rethink my personal life strategy, goals, approach, and self.
Every single time I have had a car accident in my life, my sister has always been with me. When we were children my sister and I were in a car and playing a game in the back seat, when our car was smashed between two buses. Then again we were together, returning from college, in my little Toyota Passeo '92, when a guy rear ended us at a stop sign. The Toyota Passeo came to it's end when she was driving it, and I was following in a different car, at a distance, and someone T-boned the car. It was the scarey, for I heard it all on the phone. The car saved her life, and the lives of friends. Then this past Tuesday we were heading up to Cleveland to install some art, protesting against gun violence in the US, with friends, when I drove into a construction cone, the speed and angle was enough to do damage to the car, but we were safe. And we were there for each other once again.
We proceeded to install the art, and driving through Cleveland, without one functional mirror was difficult, and after traveling and working all day, I was about done. I experienced a catharctic moment and all this vile negativity, and darkness was purged from my system, and my sister had to witness it. We forgave each other, ourselves, and I was able to slowly recuperate.
It is only by passing through the darkest night, and the darkest hour, will we ever see a shimmer of light, a twinkle of hope, and smell the magic, of life. My sister and I, like all siblings, argue, fight, don't see eye to eye and have to come to an understanding. We have a lot of healing to go through together, and the journey so far is, although turbulent, lovely. I would not want to go through it with anyone else. I am glad to be there for her.
One day we will be able to look back at our darkest hours together and laugh at it. We will use our love to change the world into a better place, because that is just who we are. We go through touch periods, but we are mindful to focus on love, light, learning, and laughter. We wish to help others and teach this to them too.
The needed $300 worth of fixing, but I will work hard to pay that bill. My sister and I were safe, and material things come and go, but life does not. We mean more to each other, even with out whining, bitching, crabbiness, than without each other, and all the light in the world. After all the crashes, after all the break downs, we have grown so much, and been there for each other, and that's what counts the most.
Breathe!
Every single time I have had a car accident in my life, my sister has always been with me. When we were children my sister and I were in a car and playing a game in the back seat, when our car was smashed between two buses. Then again we were together, returning from college, in my little Toyota Passeo '92, when a guy rear ended us at a stop sign. The Toyota Passeo came to it's end when she was driving it, and I was following in a different car, at a distance, and someone T-boned the car. It was the scarey, for I heard it all on the phone. The car saved her life, and the lives of friends. Then this past Tuesday we were heading up to Cleveland to install some art, protesting against gun violence in the US, with friends, when I drove into a construction cone, the speed and angle was enough to do damage to the car, but we were safe. And we were there for each other once again.
We proceeded to install the art, and driving through Cleveland, without one functional mirror was difficult, and after traveling and working all day, I was about done. I experienced a catharctic moment and all this vile negativity, and darkness was purged from my system, and my sister had to witness it. We forgave each other, ourselves, and I was able to slowly recuperate.
It is only by passing through the darkest night, and the darkest hour, will we ever see a shimmer of light, a twinkle of hope, and smell the magic, of life. My sister and I, like all siblings, argue, fight, don't see eye to eye and have to come to an understanding. We have a lot of healing to go through together, and the journey so far is, although turbulent, lovely. I would not want to go through it with anyone else. I am glad to be there for her.
One day we will be able to look back at our darkest hours together and laugh at it. We will use our love to change the world into a better place, because that is just who we are. We go through touch periods, but we are mindful to focus on love, light, learning, and laughter. We wish to help others and teach this to them too.
The needed $300 worth of fixing, but I will work hard to pay that bill. My sister and I were safe, and material things come and go, but life does not. We mean more to each other, even with out whining, bitching, crabbiness, than without each other, and all the light in the world. After all the crashes, after all the break downs, we have grown so much, and been there for each other, and that's what counts the most.
Breathe!
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| shattered glass, only to be rebuilt a new |
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| we do love each other dearly! |
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