Picking Up the Pieces
Who has not gone through the horrible moments when you are left with nothing but splintered broken glasses, broken pieces, fragments and debris of a crisis that left you almost empty, nada, zilch? Surely, everyone of us have our respective tear-jerker and knee-trembling stories to share. But hell, let's not burn the midnight oil on that free fall.
As Kellie Elmore said: 'No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl'. Well said, there's just no antidote for that. You gotta get back on your toes, albeit in a slow and struggling way that becomes agonizing every minute.
How can you translate these words into fruition? Summon all your fragmented shadow of strength, Muster the last ounces of your energy. Rekindle the motivation that once kept you energized, galloping like a winning thoroughbred.
Which tempts me to quote Simone Elkeles: 'I want to try by making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are'.
Easier said than done but it is what it is. Think about just abandoning and giving up? All your efforts you exerted would have gone for naught? All the energies that zapped you up will just go down the drain? All the gut wrenching sacrifices you made will just be a thing of the past?
Nothing is a lost cause, though. Stretch things out. Your perseverance. Your persistence. Your patience. And even for the less pious, we agree that prayer helps. Thereafter, you will get your second wind, your new lease of life, your rebound from that deep morass.
Reminds me of Patti Callahan Henry, the very successful American novelist, that best selling author of fifteen books. And she said: 'If only it were easy to pick up the broken pieces of life, glue them back together and cover them with paint like noting had ever happened'.
So if you can cloak things up, window-dress a bit to resuscitate yourself, JUST DO IT, for God's sake.
