latching onto you is poison.

Sometimes it takes me continuously repeating, "His way is better His way is better" to get my mind off of the well beaten path. The path, that I trample, that brings me nothing but discouragement. Do we, as humans, secretly desire heartache? That lone throbbing in our gut when we think of somebody lost? Why do we linger in moments that clearly ended for a reason? Why do we go back to things that were unhealthy? Is it the comfortability? The familiarity? The fear that there is no way we could find something better? The urgency for love? Odds are there were good things in the relationship. If there weren't, there wouldn't have even been a possibility for a commitment. It's those moments we hold onto. Those treasured spots of the journey that were filled with laughter, passion, and vulnerability. Be careful be careful be careful! Those are the very things that poison us and pull us down. My attachment to those treasured moments are building up a wall from the REAL treasure set aside for me. My perception of greatness and wealth doesn't even compare to what is in store. I am blessed with a Giver of gifts that wants nothing but to see me at my fullest capacity of joy. So I will repeat "His way is better His way is better" until it becomes engrained.