Some people allow themselves to be stuck. They comment on how burned they were in their past. And they keep that burn glowing and strong. If something beautiful comes along they refuse to be embraced by it, so worried the same thing will happen and they will be burned again. And so they hold back, give only pieces of themselves, can’t see how dark and mean they become because of the burn. They are protecting the wound. But it is a choice. We have a choice with every single thought and action we take. If someone we love dies, clearly, it is not about our choices. But if we have been burned by someone we have chosen, burned by their actions then we need to step back and assess why we made the choice we did and how we can make different, better choices next time. And allow for a next time.
I’ve been burned. I’ve been burned by cruel actions and words. I’ve assessed and reassessed my choices. I’ve been burned by the death of a dear sweet man I loved. But if I allow myself to remain inside those burns, I sentence myself to a life of pain. A life where no sun really comes in. And if it does, I close the drapes quickly to keep it out. Terrified that it will burn yet again.
No one can tell we’ve been burned. They can’t see any marks. We act and behave as if nothing has happened when we are at work, or in social functions where only our created persona is present. But when someone goes past that persona, touches our heart, finds that wound, that burn, we have two choices; allow the wound to let their light in and feel that love, or protect the wound and so push the love away. Is there a chance we will be hurt again, burned again? For sure. But you’ll be different, you are different, IF that moment should even come again. So why not try. It could be glorious.
I’ll never forget the burns, they have marked me. But I will not let them define and rule me. Otherwise, I might as well just lock myself into a small closet, turn off the light, curl into a ball and go to sleep. I don’t want that. I want the sun. I want to love and be loved.
And so, we need to feel the light enter through our wound and so embrace new possibilities. If we are constantly afraid that the same thing will happen again, aren’t we just bringing that possibility into our realm. Manifesting pain instead of pleasure. Create a new normal.
Each moment is new. Brand spanking new. And we need to live in that new bringing with us our new found wisdom. Leave the past where it belongs, in the past. Close that door so a new radiant one can open. And allow it to be, radiant.
The choice is yours.