Choose yourself, not once, not twice...

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Please don't ever abandon  yourself again.  Especially not in the name of trying to be validated by a temporary connection.  Stop holding on to things that don't demonstrate respect for your value. Start investing in things that remind you of your worth.  You deserve so much more.  And don’t shrink yourself just to fit into spaces that were never meant to hold your light.  Stop explaining your worth to those committed to misunderstanding you. Silence can be dignity too. Choose yourself, not once, not twice, but every single time it feels uncomfortable to do so. Let go without guilt, walk away without fear, and trust that what’s truly yours will never require you to abandon who you are. Grow into someone who feels like home to their own soul. Because at the end of it all,  the longest relationship you’ll ever have is the one you build with yourself.
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Everyday is a second chance....

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Everyday is a second chance.

Every day is a new day, and you'll never be able to find happiness if you don't move on.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

You cry and you scream and you stomp your feet and you shout. You say, 'You know what? I'm giving up, I don't care.' And then you go to bed and you wake up and it's a brand new day, and you pick yourself back up again.

To live in the light of a new day and an unimaginable and unpredictable future, you must become fully present to a deeper truth - not a truth from your head, but a truth from your heart; not a truth from your ego, but a truth from the highest source.

Absolutely, I think every day is a new day, every day is a new opportunity, and every day is a new chance.
                           -Ambivertsyed

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