... Or like, whatever.
On this day, so falsely represented by love, in this moment in your life, so falsely riddled with heaps of fear and mounds of anxiety;
I really, really, really need you to know:
Love is real.
Life is yours
& Light is within you.
And that you, my desperately broken soul, are enough. As is.
Despite what internal forces tell you, that you are quite literally going crazy and your friends are leaving you behind.
Despite what external pressures try to convince you that a day, THIS DAY that places value and worth on little pink hearts and big red boxes filled with chocolate, defines Y O U.
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| ["Nothing that comes and goes is you"] |
Fret not, because none of its real.
None of its true.
Your world is OK, your future is now, and things will work out, just as they should.
Love is real.
Life is yours.
Love is within you.
And you, my desperately broken soul are enough. As is.
Flowers, cards and candy are nice; Sure.
Having a person and fulfilled dreams would be better; of course.
But love, real love, the love that makes your heart beat, the love that make your mouth smile, the love that keeps you hanging on to life, so tightly and so dearly
That's the life that will be worth it. That's the light worth sharing. That the love that counts.
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| ["Life is an adventure; not a packaged tour"] |
That's the love you are made of.
That's the love of the stars.
And You are 98% stardust. A galaxy within a human body; and the only way for a star to form, a gaseous nebula must first collapse.
So, collapse my dear. Fall in.
This isn't your destruction.
Shine on, baby girl, This is your birth.
Namaste.



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