We often think growth and maturity are marked by the onset of instincts, and the absence our strongest human emotions.
We dream about years from now when we’re through this, when we are somewhere else, with someone else, when we are older and wiser, and devoid of the childish jealousy, anger, bitterness, or agonizing sadness we feel now.
But the truth is,
growth is not the product of time,
Growth is the product of choice.
We grow when we experience
the rawest of human emotion
in its purest form.
We grow when,
in the midst of hellacious pain and disappointment,
We choose forgiveness
We grow when we stare hell in the face
and despite shaking fingers,
and trembling limbs,
We choose love
and refuse the darkness.
We mature when we realize
that these emotions are not childish,
they are ancient,
and making this choice is never easy
(Because braving the cold never is),
it is a ritual,
it is sacred,
and must be practiced daily.
We rise up from our own ashes
when we recognize
that this ritual
is both miraculous and habitual.
It is not accidental,
And neither are we.