I want to strip this bow off of my body. This giant red suffocating bow strangles me. Its choking hold does serve a purpose. To keep it all packaged, neat and tidy, and looking pretty. Don’t worry I won’t tell, you have one too. We all wear it. We all walk around strutting our stuff in our best bows. You know the ones; we see them on cars in movies or in Christmas commercials. Facebook is all about the bows. When was the last time you read a post that said “Just got done yelling at my neighbor, I knew I was wrong but I was just really mad at myself.”? How about a post that said “I won’t be going on a vacation this year because I blew my money on crap.”? Nope we don’t read posts like that, because that would be a wild strip show. Not that we haven’t all nearly seen that on Facebook either. Showing skin is a lot easier than being ourselves.
Who can blame us? Life is messy, corrupt, unfair, and eventually unbelievably beautiful. Every minute, even in moments of our deepest pain, are all worth living and feeling. They are worth it because of moments that fill us so fully we begin to understand life and its rewards. We would take on an eternity in Dante’s Inferno with the promise of having those few precious moments back. Things like a first kiss, an embrace from a parent, or the laughter of a two year old.
I am lucky; I have had many moments worth remembering forever, and enough heartache to know to cherish them. My first loss is faint, easier to bare, but still leaves me questioning, “what if”.
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