It Had to be this Way.

It had to be this way. All of it.

Every last piece.

If I were to edit out all the crap, what would I be? Who would I be? Would I even be recognizable to myself?

If I were to have glided through life like some seem to do, never having been tested in any manner would I still be the person that I am?

If I hadn’t, if they hadn’t, if I’d only just, these saying are meaningless. They carry the weight of a feather, so easily blown away.

With every breath I take or have taken, I’m changed. Every action, every interaction, every insult, every abuse..... the list is endless. We are molded, pushed and slammed into who we are. Into what we are.

Some events are easy on our soul, a soothing laughter, some song of love. These also change us, easily, without any push back. We unknowingly crave these events as they are a solace for our character.

But the bottom line of our past, is the good parts that have blossomed from it. Every moment lived pushing us toward an inevitable event that we, in hindsight would not trade the world for. The birth of a child ringing across ones consciousness.

So it all had to happen, like it or not, for I would not trade the world for the lives that revolve around my existence.