The week started off with some dull chest pains, as if it were slowly being blown up like a balloon.
I love the doctor’s clinical diagnosis of the x-ray: Chest is miniature, the heart is of normal size.
In truth, since I had—excuse the pun—gotten some feelings off my chest around the same time, it felt like my heart had swollen to about twice its size. With heart and lungs operating at full capacity, I’m grateful for the wisdom found in every lesson… to the teachers who have been placed in my path.
We’re getting there.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises,
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
and you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn. And learn.
With every good-bye you learn.
— Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn