The joy, the fear, the heartbreak. The moments that didn't make sense until much later. I was never broken. I was becoming. I think my sadness comes when I try to hold on to what's meant to pass. I grip the moment, the person, the feeling. Hoping to freeze it in time. But everything I ever loved, was borrowed. And the beauty of it was never in the holding, it was in the being. So when it starts hurting again, I won't rush to escape it. When I get lost, I won't race to find direction. I'll feel it. All of it. Because this too, is part of the dance. And maybe if I'll listen closely enough, even my pain will teach me how to be alive.
