Love is not searching for a flawless person, but embracing your mess, another’s mess, and the beautiful mess you can make together.
Embracing Your Mess
You have to find a way to enjoy the process of it, even if it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.
The strength to love your mess, even when you feel unworthy.
It took me a long time to figure out that self-love is not determined by what the world told me I should be or look like. It took me a long time to realize that perfection doesn’t exist at all.
We have to understand that we’re still discovering parts of ourselves, but that doesn’t mean we’re any less whole. We were never, are never incomplete. We are simply evolving.
But the beauty about freefall, is in that moment, you find your wings.
You are not finished. Your story is not over. Your legacy has not been left; in fact, you are still building it with your hands, your voice, your steps, your heart.
And then one day, you will see sunlight, your heart will feel lighter than it ever was and you will be happier, as the brightest smiles are worn by those that faced adversity and survived.
Mistakes do not equate to weakness; believing that we are incapable because of those mistakes does.
Perfection is a lie, the sooner you realize that the more effortless it will be to exist. And the more you dare fear the more you will actually live.