Lovely Metamorphosis

A lovely girl she was… and then she changed.

It was like someone pulled back the curtain and there she stood exposed for the world to see. There no longer was beautiful handcrafted drapery shielding her away from the world, and she hadn’t been the one to slowly pull back the covering. It had been abruptly snatched from her, taken by an unsuspecting thief that lurked among the friendly faces. He was betrayal incarnate.

Bare and raw, her tainted self stood there and she didn’t even bother to hide it. Years had passed and flawlessly she’d always maintained character. Now she was exhausted and could no longer muster the strength to hold the act together.  Yet, instead of cringing, she stood tall, chin held high. In the eyes of those who mattered, she was lovely and yes, she had changed. The woman was now as beautiful as ever.

Scared of this new unknown. Yet, for her the only thing scarier than the unknown was herself. In her mind she was now the embodiment of what is the unknown with the capability of decision making and that was the scary part. She no longer knew who she was, or had she ever? The fear lingers as it slowly trails within her veins and her trust in the Universe is the air that carries her effortlessly. Sure she may not know what the future may bring nor where she really wants it to go. She may no longer know herself well but understands the point is in the journey getting there.  With that knowledge she takes one step after another towards the edge of a world she once knew. She reaches the end and slowly leans forward allowing herself to fall freely towards a new life. She falls and just before crashing below, one wing and then another begin to spread. Her life and her soul beginning a lovely metamorphosis.

The Sacrifice

When you hand over your entire life to someone it takes the sacrifice of your entire heart to say goodbye. Nothing that you ever touch forever lasts. Sometimes I think we tend to forget that. As quick as it began in the same speed it could end and to dive deep into the dark depths of love is a risky game we all love to play.

Life is precious and within that life lies our individuality. We have a course we each run with our own lessons to be learned. We are gifted with many capabilities as well as handicaps and through these is how life lessons are dispensed to us. A shame it is when we come across another soul, one you believe to be that mate for life. You become engulfed in who they are and how to become a part of them that you slowly begin to handover who you are bit by bit, which could quickly lead to an unhealthy relationship.

In an unhealthy relationship there tends to be one who depletes themselves by handing over their entirety, and there is one who is more than willing to take. Materialism, although it is a BIG part of this dynamic, it is not the main issue. It’s all the intangibles. The love, the genuine vulnerability, the emotional giving and taking, the loyalty, the respect, the honesty. These are all the things that count and far beyond more important compared to the purchases made on a Visa or Mastercard. The lack of balance in the area of  what is the intangible is a far bigger debt than that of the materialistic.

To hand over who you are as an individual is a high risk move and you always hope to receive the same back in return. When it doesn’t happen, there is only so much time before the relationship self destructs. In that detonation all hearts get shattered. For the one who emotionally  gave until their well ran dry, they walk away with a shriveled heart. They feel like a failure because their self seemed to not have been enough to get what they deserved back in return. They’ve lost themselves in the other person and hardly remember who they are, what they like, what they hate. Their entire self has become a mirror image of who they came to love. For the other person, the one who took and took, their greed (or maybe addiction?) draining while hardly replenishing, they too hurt. They’ve lost their control. They lost the one thing they have always needed, a heart who gives without really asking for much in return. That’s the ultimate treasure, one that cannot be bought. A priceless gift handed over, to then be taken away? How could that not hurt?

Love has many layers and for each set of souls the layers are different. We can all agree though, when love is lost or even unrequited the pain is like no other. We are each left with the hurt and the question, was the sacrifice worth it? Was it worth the sacrifice of handing over your heart, of letting go of your individuality? I like to always think that no matter how difficult the goodbyes, no matter the pain, to live through such a lesson is always worth it because no  matter the kind of layers the love was made up of, at the core of it all there was of course Love.