To tell your story

Sometimes, we grow obsessed with finding a receptive heart to appreciate the story of who we are.

It’s a story that we cherish so dearly that just the thought of placing it in careless hands is frightening.

It becomes a weight that we carry within us, keeping us anchored to moments long gone, but moments that we dare not forget.

Such moments grow to define us well beyond its occurrence, holding us back from creating new moments of joy.

That’s what we lose sight of most. Holding onto the weight of the past prevents us from rising up once more.

When we tell our story, even if whispering it to the wind, we give our thoughts and emotions a form and a space that allows us to see it beyond the fear and the shame that shrouded it within us.

We allow ourselves to finally see ourselves beyond the wounds that we thought would forever define our place in this world, because finally, we allow ourselves to see the old version of who we were, through the eyes of the current version of who we are.

But we must be sure to be looking at ourselves through our own eyes. The moment we find ourselves judging that older version of who we were, or even who we are now, we’re not looking at ourselves through our own eyes. We’re looking at ourselves through the eyes of those whose validation we’ve been chasing for so long.

Breathe beloved, and look at yourself with kindness and understanding, not with the harshness or intolerance that defined the bitterness of others.

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2 Comments

  1. A fantastic sentiment and brilliantly worded… that’s why blogging provides such a valuable opportunity, so we can comfortably express parts of our lives even when it may never be heard

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