There is a space you can find. Sometimes. After you have gone through more than you thought you could bare. After you have lost and longed, waited and hoped. Only to lose it all again and again. In that place, sometimes, a little bird sings. It sings a song of hope, love and life. It is the only true song there is.
I am the only person who can see these problems, because they are mine. As I heal myself, I stop projecting my pain out onto the world I tell myself, "Stop trying to save the world and save yourself Direct your love inward and heal Direct your logic outward, think and do your work." "Stop trying to fix the world Love and heal yourself Nurture the inner child, the child that needs you most." "You can be logical later, be kind and loving now. That is what your heart needs." "Believe in yourself. Believe you can do good things, and then you will. Just start, take that first step, believe in you." June 2013
How can you measure if you are making a good life for yourself? Imagine how your story will be told at your funeral, who will be speaking and sharing their love for you with the room? If you are happy with what you just imagined, then you are probably on the right track. If not? Time to make some changes. ♡◇
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