Can, Cannot and Everything in Between

Tonight, after rereading conversations and messages, I re-realized, for I have forgotten horribly, that we are always more than we are at any single point in our lives. We are more than our lousiest mistake or our most brilliant achievement. Our anger is not who we are; neither is our hurt, our grief or our pride. To be reminded of these, I have to pay dearly, but if only to acquire this wisdom, which cannot be hurried, I will be grateful. 

Tonight I am thinking about the capacity of our human soul. I am thinking not along the categories of Can and Cannot, but of the infinite possibilities that may fall in between—

Our capacity to endure

To wait, to hope, to accept, to let go

To destroy, to hoard, to deceive

To regret, to grieve, to hurt

To forgive

To stop

To try again, to remember, to forget, to imagine, to create

To give, to fight, to dream, to celebrate

To love

            To be happy, to be whole, to Become

            To Be.