throughout the years, life wears you down. i believe everyone is damaged in one way or another. a lot of women who come into my life echo this sentiment. i’m a firm believer that a prerequisite to loving another person is the ability to love yourself. it’s an extremely difficult process, but it is possible and it is worth it. i don’t want to write this from a place superiority because i have some things i still need to workout within myself, but i came across something walking in southend earlier today. it was a sign that read ‘broken crayons still color.’ i thought that was exceptional. these days there’s too much focus on the need to be perfect that we forget to appreciate what we have and who we are. some people spend their whole lives trying to convince others they lead great lives, but that’s not leading a great life to me. i want to live a life i’d be proud of, a life in which inner-guidance brings comfort to outer-opinion. in fact, we don’t have to have the best of things to have the best of times because no matter how broken things seem to be occasionally, we still have the ability to piece together our own masterpieces.
whether it be with brushes or broken crayons, i hope you choose to fill your life with vibrant colors in hopes you realize there’s more you’re capable of than you may credit yourself for and that you’re deserving of things you may have convinced yourself of otherwise.
-ratha, 9:15pm, 1.12.19