We carry pieces of ourselves in the people we meet, in the moments we chase, in the dreams that feel just out of reach. Sometimes they slip away, and we wonder if we’re holding on too tightly….or not enough.
It’s in those quiet, messy moments that we see who we really are. But, the nights we spent awake over mistakes are not failures. They are our ultimate proof that we care and that we’re trying.
To be held like water, or be held like a knife. We need tenderness, sometimes a push—a reminder we’re stronger than we think. We don’t need anyone to fix us. The strength we have been looking for has always been inside us; they've always guided us.
We are enough. Even when it feels like we’re not. Even when the world tells us otherwise.
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