Do you have a day?
Did it punctuate your life, yourself?
Before this day, you were just you. This thing that this day was about to bring you, only happened to other people.
Until it happened to you. Suddenly you weren't you anymore. You were that person that the unimaginable thing happened to.
Did you rage against it? Being an other?
Did you throw your body down and scream at it to not be? Was there gnashing of teeth, pulling of hair, kicking at air?
Did you beg and plead and pray to The Universe to make it not be? Were you certain that if you demanded that it not be, if you begged, plead, prayed hard enough, The Universe would hear you and change your life back to what it was?
Did you admit defeat, shed the delusion of control and leave yourself at the mercy of The Universe?
Did you crumble under the weight of it? Allow it to peel away layers and leave you naked?
Did you let all your expectations; all that you were sure your life would give you: places, people, experiences you knew you were bound for; did you let them fall away?
Did you feel the lightness of it?
And once you let it all fall away, did you flick that last bit of rubble off your shoulder, plant your hand on your hip and wonder who you were going to be on the other side of this?
Did you tell The Universe it could go ahead and have its way with you?
It was going to anyway.
Did you make a conscious decision to trust The Universe to make it all ok?
Even if it wasn't going to be ok?
Do you want to go back in time and whisper to your former self;
"Don't worry. It's going to be ok. It's going to suck. You'll be smashed to smithereens. You'll be built back up again. You'll be more you than you'd ever imagined. It's going to be ok."?
Yeah, me too.