Wounds uncovered, wounds healed

It was a nudge, it was a wake up call. I admit, it was something I was not prepared for.

I kept it under wraps for five years, six maybe.. I woke up to realise that I speak about acceptance, about differences, I had not accepted it.

The same close confidante pointed out an invisible wall around me. A wall I hardly realise, a wall I never imagined I could have built. How was it visible..

We never realise ourselves how we portray our happiness, our pain, our contentment. I did it by hiding, letting drown deep, deep into my past.

I'd never thought I'd speak about it again, but I'm very glad that I was shown this wall, shown this chance that I have to accept the pains, and the relief one feels after difficult moment.

It was exactly that wall. I build around me to protect from being hit again. To protect from being abused again. To stop from lashes of pain at me again. To stop the profanities, to stop the disrespect. To stop the throws, to stop the control.

I feel a burden leaving, I feel the acceptance. I thank you to you, for showing me that life's experiences does not make you any weaker.. It teaches you to accept that mistakes happen, pain hits you, and you DO find happiness, contentment.

How does one do that, I found it in accepting.

Acceptance

I love reflections. I love reflections amidst the blasting of my favourite songs. I find it gives me the peace, contentment, the 'one-ness' I have with myself.

I spoke long and hard with a close confidante one night. Of dreams, of aspirations, of the people we meet. How difficult it is to gain acceptance, how difficult it is to not be judged. How difficult it is to just live by your standards and not others. Time and time again, we are asked of the choices we make, the options we choose and the thoughts we have. No harm's done, but no value enhanced.

T-shirts and jeans as opposed to pretty dresses. Being alone as opposed to be in groups. Being simple as opposed to having a roomful of things. We live our lives differently and we respect each other it, we have our individualistic traits and idiosyncracies. But, do we accept each other's differences?

We are ultimately simple people. We all want to be happy with our choices, live by them, abide by them and accept them, even if it means to offend, we apologise. But it does not make us different from the person at the opposite end of the table, it does not make us evil or tainted. It makes us different. It enriches us. Can we take a step back to understand this?

Let's celebrate other's differences, let's celebrate each other's colourful lives. Let's live.