Maybe it's all worth it?

How do we get to that place where uncertainty meets happiness in spite of what we feel? How do we end up finding ourselves at that place where all we have ever known or wanted becomes the exact opposite of where we are or who we've become? How do you sit and watch every plan you had for your life just fall apart; crumble right in front of you with no way of changing it, and not feel like it's your own fault that you ended up here? That if you had done something differently, it would have turned out the way it was supposed to. One day, we are going to realize that what happened in our lives was nothing short of a glory-filled redemption from the limited idea of happiness we have set for ourselves. It's something that we lose sight of in moments of weakness and vulnerability. Even the times when I look at those around me, I see that my contentment is based on them; based on the sinful, wanting, and broken people of the world that are garunteed to let me down at one point or another. Maybe it's because they change. Or maybe it's because I have. Maybe change is inevitable. Maybe it's necessary. Maybe we don't give ourselves enough credit as the reason we are so unhappy and empty inside. But maybe all the heartache and trouble we go through to find joy is actually worth it in the end. And maybe that pride we lay down so that we can begin to heal is still right where we left it, waiting for us to pick it back up. But maybe we don't need it anymore. Because maybe we can finally be ok with being imperfect, and finally get to the place where our uncertainties about everything in life meets happiness... because we are not doing it alone.