There were days when I was at my happiest. Never thinking they would end. Each moment was full of glee, adventure, discovery, firing all of the senses.
They mostly happened when I was so very young. I had such a narrow view of the world. A bubble of calm. Everyone I knew was alive and well. They would be there forever. I didn’t know what evils were being done outside of this little world I lived in.
I haven’t experienced loss yet, sacrifice, heartache.
There were days when I was at my lowest. Being crushed under circumstances I didn’t start, ask for, or felt that I deserved. I was a hapless victim. An innocent bystander. …and no end or hope was in sight.
There were days when I was at my lowest and it was my fault. I deserved it. I chose poorly, blatantly. I chose that which I only cared about in the moment. No thought of the collateral damage. I didn’t care. At least until it caught up to me.
There were days when I was deeply in love. It’s all I could think about. Someone mattered more than myself. It was a girl, who became my wife. It was the child and siblings we brought into the world. It was a rescued dog that gave unconditional love. It was a family member I haven’t seen it far too long. It was my Father getting out of the hospital after a long illness.
There were days when I was terribly angry. At someone, someplace. An specific incident. At a workplace. The actions of a few, a single person, an establishment, a group, a demographic. A corporate mindset. A country. A religion. A friend. A close and maybe a far relative. My wife.
Myself.
Anger that would eat me alive. Anger that resulted in banishment. Causing deeper and long lasting trust issues. Irreparable choices.
There were days when I was afraid. Afraid for myself and for those I brought into this world and didn’t want to let down. I made contingency plans. Alternatives…prayed.
There were days I didn’t have hope. Despair was in abundance. I felt failure. A fraud. Stupid. Incapable. Lost in very woods I helped established. Without a plan, map or pathway to lead me out of them.
There were days I am at peace. Today is that day. As I sit here recalling the endless other versions. The ones that did eventually subside. That passed into a faded dream. Whether by hard work, faith, persistence, grit or stubbornness…it did get better.
I’m not sure how to prepare for the return of any of those specific “days” the next time. Hopefully I learned something to either avoid them, lessen or…work through them better.
My youth and optimism is buried under so much emotional debris and mental sediment. But with age and experience….I can set some aside in a safe and protected part of my heart and mind for those days yet to come.