Strange how this journey's hurting in ways we accept as part of fate's decree

strange how certain the journey
time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
strange how this journey's hurting
in ways we accept as part of fate's decree

so we just hold on fast
acknowledge the past
as lessons exquisitely crafted
painstakingly drafted
to carve us as instruments
that play the music of life
for we don't realize
our faith in the prize
unless it's been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it
the sacred simplicity
of you at my side

--Vienna Teng

I know I've been ranting a lot about dh lately. I must, however, point out that he really is a great guy and I do adore him. I often use this place as an outlet for my frustrations, so readers tend to get a picture I paint only when angry. I don't want anyone to think anger and resentment make up the bulk of our relationship. It doesn't. I adore my husband. He remains my best friend.

I'm scared and I'm feeling lost right now. That doesn't mean I love my husband any less. Please don't mistake my frustration for his bitterness.