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The long journey back to better.

Have you ever stood in the middle of a country road, looked both ways, and realized that one day like this road, your road will be old and full of life? This road has seen the glory of a new car and has felt the wisdom of a old beat up car. This road has stood firm and steadfast in the face of rain, wind, cold, and the heat of a Florida summer. This road has felt life. It has served its purpose. This road is finally content with the life it has been given. Like the road, one day I'll be looking back at my life and I will realize the moments of glory, the moments of wisdom, the moments of being steadfast and firm, the moments of life, the moment where I can truly be okay with my purpose, and the moments of pure joy. The phrase, "Finding joy in the journey," has never been more clear. It has never been so simply put and placed before my eyes. This is about regret. This is about sorrow and forgiveness. This is about finding that sense of calm within you after you have reached the point where it is time to stop looking back. It is time. It is time to forgive and to forget. Stop looking back with regret and start looking forward with hope. I have reached the point in my life where I have no idea what tomorrow is going to bring. I do know, however, that tomorrow is not a reflection of the person I used to be. Tomorrow is the reflection of the person I am becoming because of the person I used to be. I have been hurt, I have been burned by a love gone wrong, and I have felt the deepness loss brings. I am not the mistakes I have made. This is finding closure. For those of you who are like me, the closure comes. The pain goes away and eventually you are happy again. The joy in the journey is getting in the car, pushing the gas, and never looking back.


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