Making Peace with Pieces

Everyday we change; I am not who I was yesterday and I am not quite you I will be tomorrow today. I often wonder if the pieces of who we used to be remain within us and connect us to the past. All the pieces of my life that are good and bad have made me who I am. I am grateful for my ability to get through the trying times and attempt to learn from them instead of letting them consume me the way many people do. Today a piece of my life that I try to make peace with was brought back into my life with a phone call from a life I don't live anymore. I was forced to think about my dog as my dog again...something I try not to do. She belongs to someone else, I'll always have the Madison that was mine and the best friend of my teen years but the Madison that exists now is separate from me. I realize its silly and childish that this has upset me so greatly but that dog got me through my teen years and I will always feel like I failed as a owner. I know there was nothing else I could have done and I gave her a great home but I still feel guilty and I still miss that silly little puppy. I miss my innocence. I miss those pieces of who I am that are not jaded. I wish I could let things go; I know that is probably my greatest flaw. I hold onto everything and even when I try to fool myself into believing that I am completely fine there are those days and moments that force me to realize that there will always be broken pieces of me that live inside of me. I suppose I should accept that sometimes I will just fall apart and be sad about the past. I hope I can make a difference in this life; a positive one. I hope I can do enough that my conscious feels clear...