Where are you?

Something always happens. Something is always done wrong. Something that should have been said is always left unspoken. There is always something - a look from the corner of the eye, a rude gesture, an annoying expression. At the end of the day, these things remind me never to let my guard down. At the slightest open of my heart, I face a letdown, and I take it as an early warning. I take it as a stop sign, a glaring signal to wait. I take is as a post-it in my head, a scribble of things I need to find and must not let go. I take it as a lesson, a reminder to think and rethink, over and over, before I let any word out of my mouth. I take it as a blessing, a recycled disappointment, a learning from a mistake.