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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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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off...

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I wonder how the bird whose wings were cut off looks at the sky? With rage? With regret? With grief? Despair? Love? Peace? Maybe it looks at the sky with grief , remembering what it once had. Maybe with rage , because something precious was taken. Maybe with regret , because the sky still calls but can’t be reached. Maybe with despair , realizing the distance between longing and reality. Or maybe strangely, beautifully with love , because the sky was once home. And perhaps even with peace , because after fighting and hurting and yearning, sometimes a living thing learns to rest in what is left.
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Suddenly, she realised that what she was... Perhaps the best chapters were not those.

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Suddenly, she realised that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be. And yet, with that understanding came a strange relief. For while some futures were gone, others unwritten and unknown still awaited her. Perhaps the best chapters were not those she had imagined, but those she had yet to live.
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I sat under the rain with a bee...

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I sat under the rain with a bee next to me  and spoke to it as if the world had run out of listeners.  Oh, bee, I searched for love the way you searched for honey, but life's troubles weigh upon my soul, just like this rain drop that weighs upon your little wings.  ~Hashem y-a.
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