Nov 22, 2004 16:42
The hardest thing about anything in life is accepting something that happened that you didn't want to happen, or something you wish happened but never did. You don't want to accept it because it hurts too much, but acceptance is the only way you can really let go.
I went to one of those religious retreats over the weekend, which in the first place I didn't really want to go to. But after the weekend was over, I was so grateful to have given up 2 and a-half days of my life to actually pray, to actually express everything [no holding back] that I feel inside to people who do not know me at all but never judged me. I was never a religious person; when I was young I went to church because I was forced to. I haven't been to church since last Palm Sunday (i think?), but the retreat helped bring back faith and hope inside. I could have sworn so much inside of me has died, but after actually getting in touch with myself and with my faith, I feel rejuvinated. It's not to say that I'm gonna be this holy, very religious person, and I know not everybody believes in it, but there is something about prayers that do wonders to how you feel inside, to your lost faith, to hopes, to how you interact with other people, to how it actually opens up your heart and mind, and how it eases up your emotional and physical pain.