Faith is a tricky thing. We can never really know with absolute certainty whether we have placed it in the right or wrong hands until it’s too late.
The fact of it is, for sufferers of anxiety, there will always be more mountains to climb – a seemingly infinite number that can often span the length of a life – but trust in this: you will climb them over and over because you have to.
When a relationship works, it is effortless and fluid—a meticulously choreographed pirouette between two partnered souls in perfect balance. But like all intricately difficult things, perfection calls for study and practice.
A person’s love is not a raincoat you slip on only when it storms. It is more than some motor inn with the vacancy light switched on.
I am here because, with you, even the mundane is magic, because, with you, the true story far surpasses the fiction.
I will never ask you to sacrifice a thing in exchange for my heart.
You are multitudes. A muse. A masterpiece. A magic thing. The single thing in all this existence that genuinely steals my breath away.
I see now that our flaws and damages should not be ignored or desensitized but harnessed and embraced — that all of our quirks and qualities have a part to play in the greater scheme of our lives and should never be silenced or drowned out.
What I have begun to recognise in myself and others is that, more often than not, the fear of letting go isn’t really that at all, but a fear of trying again — it’s not really about the person you have left, but all of the uncertainty and possible disappointment that now lies on the road ahead of you.
Life is precious and incredibly fragile and must always be lived to the fullest.