Old graves…

How can we say we’re happy when there are still things that hurt?

I feel peaceful. I feel happy. My life is good. But there are also things in my life that will never be resolved. Trust that was broken and can never fully return. Relationships that ended without the ending I would have chosen. People I loved who will never give me the answers I wanted.

Entire chapters that remain unfinished.

For a long time I thought peace meant reaching a point where those things no longer hurt. Now I’m not so sure that is realistic. Maybe peace isn’t the absence of old wounds. Maybe it’s learning to live a beautiful life alongside them.

The strange thing is, I don’t think they’re even wounds anymore. They aren’t open wounds. They’re old graves. Places I occasionally visit, things I remember, things that helped shape me. And if I stand there long enough, the sadness is still there. How could it not be? Some losses don’t stop mattering just because time has passed. But I no longer live there. I visit, and then I come home to the life I’ve built.

Maybe that’s what peace really is.

Not the absence of unfinished business. Just the understanding that some stories will never have the ending we wanted, and choosing to live anyway.

⬆️⬆️⬆️ I shared this on my page today because I talk about finding peace quite often.

But sometimes things from the past seep into the present, and when they do, I feel like I’m failing. Like I’ve slipped backwards. Like the hurt, betrayal, grief, or disappointment is somehow proof that I haven’t healed as much as I thought I had.

With time though, and by sitting with whatever has resurfaced, I’ve come to understand that there are some things that will never be completely laid to rest.

Some chapters remain unfinished, dome questions never get answered, and some losses never stop mattering.

I’ve had to give myself the grace to accept that.

To accept that even though those things still exist, I am still allowed to live a life of peace. I’m still allowed to be happy. I’m still allowed to move forward.

And it’s not because those things no longer matter, but because continually punishing myself for things I can’t change, or have chosen not to change, serves no one.

Those old graves will always be there. I just don’t wander through them as often as I once did.

26th June 2026

This felt fitting…

This also felt valid…