In Time

I think I always believed that we had a choice when everything in our lives was falling apart.. we could either be the tree or just a mere leaf. 

But only when I watched the last leaf fall to the ground did I realise that we will always be the tree. And the leaves, parts of us. 

So, no, we do not get to choose who we are, but we do have some say in how we end up.

We can fall with the leaves and die out, finding joy in remembering that we bloomed once.

Or we can stay rooted and remind ourselves that Autumn will always turn to spring.. because even though we feel torn apart, it's transient, like everything else. We are much more than what we lost. We are much more than what we give ourselves credit for.. and we will always be much more than what we carry with us.

The blank spaces can always be filled. Something beautiful can grow there, if we give it time; if we give ourselves time.

We can always be whole again..

We can be our own healer or killer.