The point of life isn’t to try to figure out the key to your happily ever after, nor is it to make your heart so hard that nothing can break you. The point is to learn to rise to rise from the ashes every time you get burned.
I think it’s sad that, in today’s day and age, we are so bogged down by the fear of failure that we have to stop ourselves from ever imagining that something will go right.
That rope attaching you to what’s keeping you hoping is squeezing the life out of you, and giving up never felt so easy.
I hope you fall in love with someone who turns your what if into what is.
See, people who love deeply always lock the hurricane that is their soul into the wrong ribcages. They spill out into the bones of people who were only ever hoping to be a temporary home for their warmth.
See, this life of single womanhood and single motherhood combined is a tough one. And with all the love and attention my beautiful son gives me, it actually still gets very lonely.
Because kindness runs rampant, still, despite hatred.
I have found another home, and he’s beautiful to me. He heals the wounds I couldn’t see on my heart
I want to take you by the hand, look you in the eye and tell you that you are beautiful just the way you are.
Maybe if we all felt a little more understood we could release the anger, hate, and hopelessness before we turn to rash actions.