The irony of our experiences –
I know happiness because I’ve experienced sadness.
I know peace because I’m no stranger to chaos.
I know hope because of the times I’ve felt hopeless.
I know love because I’ve sat with hate.
I know beautiful beginnings because I’ve lived through terrible endings.
I know clarity because of all the times I’ve marinated in confusion.
I know loyalty because I’ve had more than my fair share of betrayal.
I know that without darkness, there is no light.
To the artists questioning their art:
We live in a “prove it” generation.
Prove your popularity, your talent, your uniqueness.
But please remember…
Likes don’t equate to real life support.
Followers don’t mean real friends.
Views don’t correspond with truly being seen.
There is always space for more content – Your content.
You have nothing to prove and nobody to outdo.
You’ll be surprised who resonates with your work, publicly and in private.
Don’t overthink it – Your work is enough.
“Make it make sense,” the world told her at a young age.
So, she tried her whole life to make sure it always made sense… for other people.
She meticulously tried to justify all of it: her choices, her path, her reasoning…
Uphold the image, even if it was at her expense.
But her intuition, gut feelings, and inner knowing can not be explained.
You either get it, or you don’t.
She realized her choices didn’t have to make sense to anyone else except herself.
Every move is still calculated, but with her heart and happiness as the priority.
And to me, that will always make sense.
I have died and been reborn a thousand times in this lifetime alone.
This version of me surely will not be the last, I’m hopeful of it.
My hands still have scars from forcibly holding onto parts of me, beliefs, and situations that I clearly outgrew.
I laugh now remembering how terrified I was of the unknown – only to find out that everything will always be in favor of my highest good.
A thousand lives, a thousand versions of me, a thousand new beginnings – how lucky.
We are always evolving, renewing, and finding different parts of ourselves that need refining.
I will never be ashamed to say that I am forever a work in progress.
No perfection. No forcing. No overstaying my welcome.
What a privilege it is to witness and grow with others through their many transformations.
Because with so many lives we live in this 1 lifetime, what a shame it would be to always remain the same…
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