There is a difference between not hurting anymore and being happy. A middle of the road so to speak. Not complaining but not testifying.
What’s worse is having been happy and knowing what it feels like but not having been in that place for too long.
You feel forsaken. Traveling down a long road...it’s not raining, but there is a dark cloud. Not so dark that you can’t see, no, on the contrary, you can see the sun in the distance. You can’t feel it’s warmth, but you long for it.
You want to run towards it (the sun, warmth, happiness) but like that ever elongating hallway in a horror movie, it never seems to get any closer.
How long are you going to follow that path? How long has it been that you’ve been running towards the sun but getting nowhere?
It’s not magic or luck or coincidence. He told you you were on the wrong path. You chose to listen. You changed paths and suddenly the road shortened and the sun was upon you. You are now basking in the light and warmth of the sun. Happy.
Congratulations. Testify.




