I hope you rediscover your passion for life and the child-like curiosity to boldly and fearlessly embrace the magic it entails. The years have turned you black and blue and you have forgotten what it was like to live a day without wincing at all the potential blows that could hold the power to finish you this time. Time has hardened you and you have lost your connection to your former self, the one that held all of the things that you were proud of.
You no longer feel capable of being the person you once were or the person you hoped to become because it’s too late, you’ve already gone too far, and you don’t know how to go back and re-write your mistakes. I know you’re scared but those days are out there, waiting. Just know, it’s never too late to begin again.
So heal. Heal knowing that you can start over. Heal knowing that you are not bound to the image of yourself that you cultivated. Let your scars be roadmaps that lead you to an enlightened nature, one of greater understanding. The kind where you can see the good in others, even when they feel that there is none left.
You know, the world needs more people like you, people who know what it’s like to fall out of themselves, to become undone. The people that rise above it all. You can be the person who can show others that it’s possible. We all need compassion, we all need someone who can face our darkness and see the light. You can be that person for someone else, you can be that person for yourself. Begin again.