Limping

there is something familiar, comforting, in bitterness. it affords focus and vision for your life.

being wounded is so much a part of who i am that i am not altogether comfortable with wholeness. there is nothing to pity, no sad stories to bemoan. people do not feel sorry for you anymore. in some sense there is a feeling of loss. it is hard to walk without a crutch when you have grown to depend on the propping....

many of us walk with a limp. but at least we're back in the race.

doesn't mean i won't still whine though.

[via Scott Williams]