When you feel like giving up sometimes, the universe connects like a dot-to-dot puzzle. You let out that sigh and a breeze carries it to the sky, whispering secretly to the clouds, but the sun listens and suddenly, the whole world is shining upon you.
You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problems. You stay kind, committed to love and free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say, don’t you doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth. Just keep shining like you always do.
When I say, I love you, it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.
A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.
For the most part, you don't hold the people you love in your heart because they rescued you from drowning or pulled you from a burning house. Mostly you hold them in your heart because they save you, in a million quiet and perfect ways, from being alone.
Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.
You are the keeper of your own garden. So tend to it well: Have faith in your roots, for they are what keeps you grounded. Believe in the sun and the air, as they are always there for you when it feels like nothing else is. Water yourself, for even when you are feeling at your most withered, nourishment will help you grow. And trust that you shall bloom again... For even during the depths of the coldest seasons, you do still breathe beneath the chill of the air, knowing you you come alive again.