"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart - I am. I am. I am."
-Sylvia Plath.
You know, Sylvia Plath may have been one really messed-up lady, but I think she struck truth with this one.
Sometimes life gets so messy. Things get so jumbled up, and confused, and painful. Life is never black and white anymore. It's technicolor - which means it's both beautiful and complicated.
Sometimes I need to just sit in the closet without the light on, and I need to breathe. I need to know that my lungs are still functioning and my heart is still beating - because most days, strangely enough, I don't notice them. I need to settle my thoughts back down and realize what a beautiful thing it is to just be. I am, I am, I am. Here, right now, this is me breathing and beating and living.
Even if I can't manage to do anything else right - or anything else, period - I have that knowledge that if I'm still functioning and capable of conscious thought, then there must be a reason. Somewhere, there's a reason. There always is.
Oh, that Sylvia Plath.
-Tara.
