reprieve

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I probably could have found justifications for not being happy if I had wanted to. Parents who were divorced when I was young. Some pretty messy heartbreaks. Some of those insolvable family tensions.

But to me happiness was always a given. Those things were just bumps in the road of a pretty great life.

It’s only relatively recently that mentality has taken more convincing. Somewhere along the line, those things I thought I always would have never came. Those things I took for granted went away. But most disconcertingly, the faith I had securely renewed began taking a beating. It’s like someone began pushing back my fingers one by one from the grip I had on it.

And so my soul slid into this melancholy. I feel like I have been fighting off the black tar of self pity. Sometimes I let it linger before shaking it. Sometimes I reel back from it, but it still crouches in a corner of my mind. It brings a numbing lethargy.

Still, there are these moments of reprieve.

I am sitting beside a fire in the mountains of a far off place. The flames lap at the cold air. A friend stands at a make-shift table nearby, pouring me a glass of wine. We swing between goofy and thoughtful. In this moment, I am happy, I think.

Later, I lay in a tent with the doughy material of my sleeping bag pulled in around my face. Our words float up around us as we lay there, shrinking from the bite of the cold. This is nice, I think.

In the days after, I hold to the handlebars of my bike, letting it glide on the ups and downs and sways of a powdery trail. The movement feels exhilarating, refreshing.

Tonight, I am sitting in a wooden pew, letting the mellow sounds of blues wash over me. I tilt my head back on my seat and watch as the singer’s hands weave up the stem of his guitar. Something about his voice, his music, is like a balm to those parts of me that have felt a bit tender.

Sitting here, I don’t want to go back to the dim light of my present outlook. I want to bathe in the respite that moments like this bring. They are like bread crumbs God has doled out in the midst of a season of bare cupboards.

Some say happiness is based on events. It is joy you should seek, which doesn’t come on the tides of circumstance.

To me, they have always felt like the same thing. Because I knew how to be happy about the good things that often come side-by-side with the bad. I hope this deviation from my norm is a momentary detour back to a road I’ve paved.

In the meantime, I relish these reprieves.

 

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7 thoughts on “reprieve

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    November 5, 2014 at 3:12 pm

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    Asha said:
    November 5, 2014 at 10:06 pm

    Your descriptions are so wonderfully rich. I too hope your current state of mind is a detour on your regular path.

      alli w. responded:
      November 6, 2014 at 10:19 am

      Thanks @asha!

    searchingforsubstance said:
    November 5, 2014 at 10:35 pm

    i like all the metaphors you used in this one… it really helps the reader to understand and better grasp the melancholy. *sigh* deep and poignant post. well written.

      alli w. responded:
      November 6, 2014 at 10:20 am

      Thank you very much! Glad you liked it.

    Megan Ferrell said:
    November 6, 2014 at 8:56 am

    Being able to recognize these moments of happiness or content is a good sign. Life isn’t an even or straightforward path. There are detours and places where the path disappears altogether. The important thing is recognizing these moments when they come.

      alli w. responded:
      November 6, 2014 at 10:21 am

      Very True. Thanks!

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