Everything Beautiful Began After

I read a book recently…well maybe not that recently…but it was titled Everything Beautiful Began After.  For some reason I keep repeating this in my head today.  

Something beautiful came.  Something beautiful left.  And now begins the after.  There is always an after.

The after is the rewriting of the story.  

I sat in London a couple of months ago and decided then that I was going to rewrite things.  I was going to create a beautiful story.  But how can I create a new story based on the first chapters?  Can I rewrite what ended to create a new book?  

Because if I could, I think it would have gone something like this.

I wouldn’t have left.  I wouldn’t have run away.  I would’ve stayed.  I would’ve been grounded and had faith.  I was strong enough to do that, I just didn’t know it at the time.  

Leaving London has always been my greatest regret.  I have spent years of my life tied to a moment – moments and I’ve never quite gotten over them.  It was a time in my life that I was most alive.  I felt everything.  Love.  Fear.  Passion.  Pain.  I had everything in the palm of my anguished hands but I was hurt and scared and confused so I ran away.  Instead of fighting through my fear, I left.  I let someone else’s decision become my reality instead of creating a new one for myself.  

I had enough.  I was enough.  But I couldn’t see outside of myself then.  I hadn’t honed my intuition and I was completely reactionary to every emotion that I felt.  I had no capacity to be present and believe that I was exactly where I was supposed to be – because I was too busy placing my energy on all that was wrong and not everything that was right.

And so I hopped on a plane and disappeared.  

It solved nothing.  Because wherever you go, there you are and I had taken myself right with me.  I should’ve stayed.  The years I spent trying to get to the beautiful bits again were in no way a measure of moving forward.  I was looking behind me the entire time missing everything that I had run away from.  And although I always go back, it will never be the same as it was in that beautiful moment...because I let the beauty slip out from underneath me.  I've spent so much time trying to find it ever since.

So, I will rewrite it to be the beautiful that began after.  Because I would have stayed.  That will be the ending of that.  Let the new story commence.