(a conversation between me & a voice in my head after hours and hours of writing)
I am alive.
I am alive.
If I have no control over what happens to or around me and what I do doesn’t matter…
If there is no such thing as should or real…
If I’m the only one my importance matters to, why am I here?
‘Cuz I like it.
I said because I like it. And I always get what I want. You can’t have hugs and the ocean without pain. Face it. You fear life.
No shit. I know that.
Yeah. But you don’t know that you love it too. You can’t see that in order to feel joy, you must know pain. The music comes with heartache. The ocean comes with pain. The dancing comes with a loneliness that pushes you to death. There are no substitutions. You can’t get away. You can’t strain off the bad. It is one.
Michelle, you don’t want to die. You want not to feel the pain. The fire inside and the physical stress of your body melting away. But it’s not going away. It’s here to stay. What you do with it is your choice. But, like you said, you have no control.
There is no anti-life pill. You can’t strain out the seeds. Can’t sugarcoat it. You have pain.
You also have music. And hugs, and flowers, and writing and what you see in your head. You have God and the pirates.
You have me.
But it hurts so much.
I’m so scared.
Like Jim said, you don’t have to understand right now.
I just have to be.
I love you, Mom.
I love you too.
Acceptance is realizing the pain is an entry fee, a price of admission, to the theme park of life. Non-refundable. It’s your choice if you have fun or not.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2012