I hear so many sad stories.
Stories of abuse. Stories of heartbreaking loss. Stories of people who have, in one way or another, experienced hurt.
Sometimes I think that is what eventually connects us all; our pain.
However, in the telling, each sad story becomes a story of possibility.
When I share my pain I am declaring, "I will not believe the lie that I am alone."
From Bronnie Ware come these top 5 things that people regret about their lives in their last moments. Working in palliative care for many years these are the things she would hear most often expressed at the end of someone's journey. (You can find the full blog here)
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I didn’t work so hard
4 summers ago I decided to hitchhike out to Vancouver without the benefit of very much money. No hostels or motels. Perhaps the explanation for why will be a future blog. I journalled like mad during the journey and would post snippets in a group that I created for the occasion on Facebook, you can find that here.
Thought today I would share one of those journal entries from when I was in Regina for a little entertainment.
In about an hour I will be leaving to go to an old friend's funeral. By old friend I mean that we used to be friends. At the beginning of Grade 10 in particular, he was one of my best friends. Half way through Grade 10 I switched schools and we mostly lost touch from there.