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Here I am again. Back at square one.

Could this mean a chance at something more, or the suffering of a loss.

An opportunity to grow, or a reminder that you are still a child.

A hope for the future, or a death of things that have been.

A chance to do it over, or having to do it over.

Learning perserverance or diving into insanity.

The wrong time, the wrong person, the wrong you, or a disfigurement of what's important.

Square one, the moment in the game where you have to start all over.

The signing of the divorce papers.

The NO vote.

The house of cards that comes crashing down.

The harsh words that make all previous progress obsolete.

Square one. How many times have we met? Why do I hate you so today?

How blessed is the man who uses the ears she has to listen intently and is slow to speak hurtful advice in return. I have realized recently what an amazing gift it is to have someone who will listen to you, and after you have told them all of your heartaches and stains and bumbles, look at you with compassion and tell you, "I'm so sorry". Three words that breathe healing to the heart in ways no others can. I write to my journal often, because my journal will hear anything that I tell her. She will not yawn or be afraid that I will make her feel akward. She only exists with her blank ears ready for me to write all over them and when I'm done, she just sits there with all of my existence that I have given her and holds it. She holds it closely and silently and doesn't forget what I have entrusted to her. She would never throw it back in my face. She doesn't even remind me unless I ask her to. She only leaves more room open for me to unveil my soul. How great a friend she is to me. How precious are those moments, those scarce and sacred moments, when someone gives us something raw and genuine, something real of themselves! How sad it is that we are afraid to reveal ourselves to one another! To those who have ears and use them carefully, bless you.