if you insist on feeding life the scraps of who you are, it’s your spirit that will starve. If you give life everything you have every day, you will be at peace.
Now, she’s at peace knowing I gave it my all, that I made it to the other side. Authenticity was all she cared to achieve.There’s my present self who is quietly confident in me.
She is bewildered by the beauty of life, the beauty that exists even in the steepest bouts of sadness. She whispers to me, Every day needs be an end in itself.
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