Life is funny in the way that sometimes it forces you down a path you were always meant to be on.
Sometimes you can be in a job, or a relationship, or a business deal, and just have this nagging feeling in your gut that it isn’t right. But still you persist.
You persist because that thing, whatever it may be, represented what you thought success looked like. Or rather, what you had been made to believe success looked like.
You ignore the anxiety.
You ignore the feeling of doom in the pit of your stomach you get every morning when you wake up.
You ignore the feeling of emotional exhaustion – which seems to be your default state, these days.
You ignore it all and keep going.
That is, until eventually, the universe goes “no more” and everything comes to a grinding halt. Usually it’s a messy end. Most crashes are. Feelings are hurt. There’s all sorts of shit flying around. You feel like shit. You feel broken and empty and as though you will never recover.
And then you do.
The black cloud that seemed to position itself right above your head slowly begins to dissipate. You can see the sun again. You can feel its warmth.
As the clouds clear you begin to see that you were wrong. That thing wasn’t right for you at all.
And, like an earthquake, the tectonic plates shift and the healing begins.
That’s when the quiet times comes.
That’s when the introspection starts.
That’s when you begin to ask yourself not what you want, but what you need.
Of course, leave it to Papa to say it best: “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”