Everyone has one.
That moment in life that changes everything. It could be divorce, the death of a parent or sibling, some monumental event that strips you of innocence. We can’t ever go back from it. You can’t unlearn the bad shit in the world, you can’t change the past, and you can’t change what it taught you.
I have stuff that’s been damn near impossible to get to, but I don’t think anything was THAT for me. And I’m afraid that I’m going to miss my moment; that it will come, change me, and pass right on by and I won’t even notice. I’ll think it’s just another test on the way to some major obstacle.
When things go great and everything seems to click into place, we thank God for helping us. But when things go badly and we can hardly take it, we don’t thank God for the lessons he’s teaching. Shouldn’t things go both ways? We’re so caught up in obtaining things and obtaining goals that we don’t stop to think what the challenges on the way could mean, and that if we let them, they could become more important to us than our original goal was in the first place.
It’s the hard moments that test us; that teach us that childhood is gone and the world is out there.
I hope I notice my moment. I hope I learn from it without breaking. I hope I have the courage to reach out to someone to help me.
Because everyone has one.
