Friday, May 11, 2018


You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer."

Imagine Dragons said it!
Such a coincidence that we're learning a choreography to this song at dance class this month. Bold, sassy, strong and challenging. The song. The moves. The mind.

There is a humongous cloud of pain that follows us around. Look in the corners of your heart and you will find broken pieces glued together disjointedly, some never to unite again. Open the memory box and out come pouring recollections that lull the mind into melancholy and sentiment.

Loss is hard to bear. And there have been so many. The pulling out of the dagger and severing the bonds that tied us, the "Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home?" moments. They all run in a cycle. Gain. Loss. Gain. Loss. The impermanence of it all.

You can either fight it, sulk, mope, feel sorry for yourself and eventually die in a gutter.

Or you can take the fire, place it gently into your heart and let it drive you. Let it shape you. After all, what would an earthen pot be if not for the fire?

You are rock solid. You are wild. Nobody can tame you, not even pain. It can make you believe in that inner reserve of strength that grants you super powers, making you invincible and indomitable. Nobody knows the long tunnel of darkness that you have crossed, alone. They will never understand.

However, they will try to break you down, only to hide their own weakness. And when they can't, they will gaze at you with amazement, wondering all the while what special ingredient you are made of.

As you walk away with a grin on your face and a beat in your step - that! That is the exact moment when you befriend it, make peace with it and rule once again.

Rule, thanks to your old buddy - Pain.



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