An Echo in Time

by Boo Walker

You chose Fear over love, Distance over touch. You chose Running and denial, Burning words And breaking hearts. You chose Ordinary over extraordinary, Complacency over disruption, Simplicity over greatness, The mundane over magic. You chose Smallness over expansion, Ease over beauty, Solitude over connection, Comfort over clarity. You chose over, And over, And over. And your choices Challenged me To choose, Too.

I chose myself Over you.

Sometimes it has to be that way. Understanding you have to be able to put yourself first is so hard.

“You know what my father used to say? Failure is a step in the right direction.”

I went searching for a cure for my sickness, but it turned out my sickness was the cure.”

You’re trying to fix all these things to reach a point of healing, but the healing is already taking place by you being on the journey.”

“I am not responsible for what you did. None of us are. Your guilt is yours alone to bear, just as my mother’s is hers and no one else’s. I want to be set free from it. I want everyone in our family to be set free from what both of you did. The truth is finally out. Though we are bound by blood, I am no longer a part of your crime. No one else is.”

So freeing, to choose to let go.

Sometimes things don’t work out the way in which you design them, but they work out just right, all the same.

I think there’s no doubt that when you’re doing the right things, the world seems to open up for you.”