from Wild, by Cheryl Strayed
May. 25th, 2015 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sqwookI would suffer. I would suffer. I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wildernessand I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me (years). I didn't know where I was going until I got there.
(I)t occurred to me that I didn't have to be amazed by him anymore.
There were so many other amazing things in this world.
They opened up inside of me like a river. Like I didn't know I could take a breath and then I breathed.
It was all unknown to me (...). Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That it was enough to trust that what I'd done was true.To understand its meaning withoutyet being able to say precisely what it was (...). That it was everything. It was my life-- like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was, to let it be.
(I)t occurred to me that I didn't have to be amazed by him anymore.
There were so many other amazing things in this world.
They opened up inside of me like a river. Like I didn't know I could take a breath and then I breathed.
It was all unknown to me (...). Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That it was enough to trust that what I'd done was true.To understand its meaning withoutyet being able to say precisely what it was (...). That it was everything. It was my life-- like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was, to let it be.
