A Simple Reminder

A Simple Reminder

Deep in your soul, you'll discover a truth that's as profound as it is simple: you are your own sanctuary. Yes, you can seek solace in the warmth of another's embrace, intertwine your fingers with theirs, but the echo of loneliness cannot be silenced by mere physical presence. An empty house remains empty, no matter how many guests you invite, if the owner never returns. Sometimes, the hero of your story is you.

There will be mornings when you'll rise from your bed, your heart heavy as a stone sinking into the ocean's depths. Yet, your legs will not falter, your spine will not bend. That's the universe whispering in your ear, "I haven't given up on you." It never will unless you surrender first. So, make a pact with me, promise that you'll stop surrendering to despair.

Remember, your mistakes don't define you. They make you human, and there's a beauty in that imperfection. You are a warrior in miniature, a testament to the strength that lies in gentleness. Show them how a victim can rise to become a victor, how you can tame the wildest beasts with a whisper, and trigger avalanches with a mere breath.

After nights spent chasing the dawn, you'll realize that in the silence, your heartbeat is the only sound you need to hear. To do things right, you must first unlearn the wrong. Old habits may die hard, but they're not immortal.

Let go of those who dissect your heart only to understand love but hold onto those who crack you open like a fortune cookie, reading your odd prophecies, and loving you without needing to know why.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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