I’m something beautiful that can’t be broken, no matter how much it’s harmed. I’m a force of nature, like wind, that doesn’t really go away when my body’s gone. I’m you. I’m me. I’m all of us. I’m everything that ever has been and everything that ever will be.
Half of her wanted to wrap Niru in cotton wool and protect her from the rest of the world. The other half, the half that constantly told her she was never going to be as wanted, as loved, or as smart, whispered justice. And as much as she tried to kill the whispers, they had already dug their way into her heart and spread like cancer.
You have, in all seriousness, uttered the phrase “Mercury’s retrograde” to explain a bit of bad luck.
When we accept ourselves “as (what) we are,” we’re overlooking a huge aspect of that overarching statement: there are parts of us that are not really us.