I had to smile when I can across the sentence I used as the title for my post. How true! No story or experience is black and white. It is similar to how people can give eye witness accounts of an event and they can all vary radically! So it all comes to the question I puzzled on last night.... yes, there is more than one side to a story but how legitimate or important are the other sides anyway?? Once an experience has happened, hearing another side of what occurred cannot change how you felt that situation. To my mind, it does hold value as it can lessen or intensify the importance of that experience. It can shed additional light, or add new knowledge yet what is done cannot be undone. And in the end, it is the individual who gets to decide how they choose to absorb or ignore it.
I've been reading Marc Gafni's book "Soul Prints" and have found it so useful in this past year. His perspective on the importance of our unique soul print and how hurt occurs when we reach out with soul and are not recieved touched me. I thought on when perhaps I have tried to fit others into my concept of them instead of discovering how they themselves concieved of their unique self. I pondered over this and the situations I had passed an opportunity by, or I had been passed by. In the end, as he says..."It may be true that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line but that is only in geometry. In the complex calculus of life we create complex equations that yeild unpredictable results. The only legitimate fear in life should be that you are living the wrong story. To succeed in a story not your own is failure".
Those wise words have resonated within me. Each step I take is towards something. It may mean nothing to others yet in the end, that matters little as it is my path and my life story I am constructing. I don't want to create for anyone, only share. Be that ear, the mirror reflecting back the good in others they don't see, be the encouragement. Positive. Connector. Being no one else but the authentic and flawed me is beautiful. I finally feel like life is a custom made garment. I don't want to wear anyone elses clothes anymore, mine feel too good. I see the flaws, the imperfections and I strive to make them beautiful rather than hide them. My side of the story is a deep and winding story. Some day I hope to find someone I can truly share it in open honesty. In the mean time, I carry myself forward with an optimism for all that is yet to come.
