We will all survive.
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Updated 4 years ago,July 10, 2021
Its a Tuesday night.
I can see an airplane taking off above my head.
Taylor Bryant
I can distantly hear the music from a restaurant across the street.
Im warm in my woolen sweater, but shivering at the same time.
My beer tastes like grapefruit and Im tipsier than I intended.
And I feel, strangely, at peace.
Because for the first time in so long, Ive realized that its okay to not know everything.
Its okay to be confused.
Its okay to be dizzy and unsure.
Its okay to justexist, here, in this present moment.
I didnt always believe this.
I remember mornings, waking up to the emptiness, the hollowness of being without someone I cared for.
I remember how it felt to lose everything I thought I knew.
Everything I thought I loved, and loved me in return.
Damn, life can be so hard sometimes.
The other day, a girl messaged me.
A stranger, confessing that she read my words and felt connected.
She told me she was drowning in the pain of losing an ex.
And I couldnt quite put together the words I wanted to sayto tell her that shed be okay.
Shed be just fine.
One day, shed let go and find happiness.
As I wrote her a message, I thought of myself.
My inability to believe in any comfort outside of what Id experienced.
And isnt that how it always happens?
We never believe wellget over him or heruntil we do.
Until we feel that freedom.
And damn, what a beautiful feeling that is.
Im sitting in a bar.
Im breathing chilly Southern California air.
Im thinking about what it means to finally release all the pressure thats constantly weighing on your chest.
And its crazy the fragility of our existence.
We think were so damn invincible, so damn permanent.
But when it comes down to it, were all just specks on this earth.
Falling and feeling and finding someone to love.
Im sitting at this bar, listening to music, to voices, to treads of tires on asphalt.
Damn it, you just keep going.
I wish I could tell her that Im sorry.
And how that version of yourself is more beautiful than you ever werewiththem.
I wish I could tell her that she will be alright.
Shell want to kiss anothers lips without thinking of him.
Shell suddenly be startled at the way shes moved onabsentmindedly, unconsciously.
Remembering how it is to beher, without the subtitle ofhis.
And just like in everything, every ebb and swell of this life,she will be alright.
She will find her way again.
She will discover hope and new beginnings and fall into those willingly, freely, beautifully.
She will survive.And so will we.
