We’re All Just Broken Children Living In Adult Bodies
We don’t have to wear the scars of our parents or our friends or our teachers. We can manifest any life we want, assuming we learn to recognize what scars actually belong to us.
We don’t have to wear the scars of our parents or our friends or our teachers. We can manifest any life we want, assuming we learn to recognize what scars actually belong to us.
I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to chastise yourself forever. You don’t need to hold your dukes up at your own reflection, ready to sock a blow to the mirror.
Sometimes the best thing we can do for ourselves is recognize when to stop so we can return to what we’re doing with a fresh dose of inspiration and a renewed perception.
What if I told you that your fragility was one of your best assets?
Sometimes being treated poorly is the only thing that’s more riveting than being treated well.
Reality is however we interpret it and is often shaped by experiences so unique to us that they could never be replicated in exactly the same way in someone else.
It’s difficult to look back in hindsight without judgment. It can be just as difficult not to label our younger selves as reckless fools.
I wonder what would happen if we permanently resided outside our comfort zone. Would that eventually make discomfort comfortable?
Most of us are still learning how to separate our own pain from that of the rest of the world.
We are a society that’s fixated on the finished product, the grand finale, the happy ending. No matter what it is we’re undertaking, we want to sprint past every conflict, every roundabout encounter, so that we can cannonball right to the glory.