As great as this life is - there are moments, and things that we wish we could change, imperfections that we long to modify. Most frequently it's the continual desire to change those around us, and change qualities in others to be more like our own selves.
But rarely is the sight on the pistol of change targeted on ourselves. Because it's easier to judge variables that don't touch our inner-selves or, better yet, share the same airspace - and why should we even worry about perforating our soft and cushy feelings ? ..... potentially self improvement? "Why take the risk." we mutter.
It's these choices, and situations that all of us wish that we could relive on that rare Monday evening, and - as mentioned above - it's these moments that we pray that we could erase or eliminate completely.
Hopefully at some point we remember, embrace, and carry them along with us. Often though, we wipe them in an effort to completely overlook our weak, and vulnerable moments. This denial is comforting as it keeps us focussed walking onward without guilt, nor worry. The silly thing is that later on we will eventually awake from the haze. Realizing that we have walked the same road, toed the same line, or sang the same chorus multiple times.
So what am I thankful for this thanksgiving? My ability to call myself out about my own shit. In an attempt to rip the scabs from the flesh, in an effort to cleanse the wound permanently. Knowingly not in an effort to hide the scars, but rather to embrace the fact that that I have fully healed.
