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A letter to me ❤️


Dear me, 

I hope you learn how to let go.

🔹I hope you learn how to let go of everyone's opinion of your life. I hope you start to see, from a place that lives deep within you, that there is no universally valid way to live a life that is exclusively your own. Every human being has different goals, has different concepts of what happiness looks like, has a different vision of what it truly means to be alive. 

🔹And because of that, people will judge you, the world will try to change you, but you must continue to move in your own direction, you must continue to go at your own pace, because if you allow for that to alter your path-you're going to end up living someone else's life. I hope you learn how to make your life your own. I hope you learn how to make your time here something you are proud of.

🔹I hope you learn how to let go of the comparison you hold so closely to your chest. I hope you strive to scatter the distractions, I hope you strive to see beyond what is curated and what is filtered in this life. You are a real human who is healing through and moving through seasons of magnificence and seasons of shift and seasons of expansion each and every single day. 
🔹Your experience in this world will never be flawless, will never be faultless - but it will be real. It will be honest. I hope you learn how to embrace that.

🔹I hope you learn how to open to this world, how to let love pour into your life. We often protect ourselves from seeming too eager or too interested; we hold our feelings back because we don't want to seem overly emotional or tender. We silence our instincts, we ruin our souls, and at the end of the day we feel alone. I hope you learn how to let go of your fear, I hope you learn how to remind yourself that there is nothing wrong with being vulnerable and sharing your heart with this world. There is beauty to be found in being the person who cares. So care.
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