Lately I keep finding myself in situations that tap into every emotion I own, and it has been a little too open. Too raw. But today I was reminded of how important it is to be in that vulnerable place sometimes. How boring would it be to live in the page of a magazine, where everything is constant and staged? There's never any progression. Nothing to look forward to.
Our bodies become stronger by being ripped apart. Resistance is a result of illness, and muscles are built only after they've been torn. So it's only natural that everything else follow the same rule. I am finally beginning to understand that when something really sucky happens, there truly is a point and if we're lucky, we'll get to find out what that point is and actually learn from it.