There is still hope. Hope in every heartbeat. Hope in every breath. Hope in every morning you get up and put your shoes on, in every moment you choose to stand, to step, to believe.
That’s when you start stumbling over your words, getting all the things out, crying out with all the pain you have suppressed when you release all the stress and anxiety that you have tried to hide….the room shifts somehow. It feels more honest. More open. Like you can keep going. Like you should keep going.
There are corner coffee shops with mugs in every shade of feeling where you will read the paper and pretend that you’re in Paris or Spain and sip too strong coffee as you learn to be alone.
You’re going to be alright. You’re going to figure out a way to step away from that wicked edge. You’re going to look up. You’re going to fight with everything you’ve got – regardless how tired you are. You are not going to let that monster win
I took a chance on love and it didn’t work out but I’m not giving up.
The wounds will heal, the tears will stop, and the pain will disappear.
So here’s to the ones who feel, the precious angels who shower the world with their hearts, their empathy — even to the ones undeserving of it.
Remind yourself that you’re not alone. You only need to open up yourself.
I hope you have found your happiness. I hope each day you wake up in awe of your life, and every night, you sleep with gratitude in your heart.
Relish in the pain. Let it hurt, then let it go.