When we’re brought up to live, and think a certain way, life isn’t easy. It’s a life with little emotion. With no freedom to make our own choices on life or through our experiences. There may also be times when we’re not sure how to get through, we just know we need to.
It’s only when we come to lose that loved one that we see how our life changes, but it’s not the way we would have chosen to live our life. Now when I look back I struggle to comprehend my life in the absence of a life. It wasn’t my life.
I have clarity and understanding, but growing older means we can never get those years back. Perhaps those years, weren’t mine to have and that’s what I need to come to terms with.