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i.
forgive yourself for the ways you’ve outgrown. even roots crack concrete when they need to.
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ii.
the most important thing you’ll ever make is a day where you forget to measure your worth by what you crossed off a list.
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iii.
loneliness is just your heart saying feed me. sit with it. hand it a cup of cheap coffee. let it stare out the window and say nothing.
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iv.
you’re not a museum—you don’t have to curate the mess, the dust, the unlit corners. let the chaos be a guest who overstays.
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v.
sometimes the kindest word is no. it’s not a wall—it’s the space where you begin.
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vi.
you will ache. you will forget your own name. this is not a flaw; it’s the cost of being a thing that breathes. let the tears water something.
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vii.
stop trying to iron the wrinkles out of your life. the best stories are creased, stained, folded into pockets like old bus tickets.
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viii.
ask less what’s next? and more what’s here? a life is just a string of nows wearing boots, tracking mud through your clean kitchen.
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ix.
you don’t have to love your body today. just whisper thank you for the way it hums the old song of keeping you alive.
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x.
let go like a child loosens a dandelion stem— not because it’s easy, but because you trust the wind to carry what you can’t hold.
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a final note, none of this is a lesson. it’s just a hand reaching through the dark, brushing yours by accident. we’re all still here. still becoming.
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- p.