To be human is to understand that life is going to meet you with circumstances that will bury you deep within yourself, with things that will hurt to acknowledge, with people who will fumble with the way you feel so deeply.
And to be human is to understand that life is going to meet you with opportunities that make your chest well with gratitude, with things that will make you want to live again,
with people who will hold even the most damaged parts of who you are and kiss them softly, folding them back into you a little less bruised, and a little less broken, than they were before.
To be human is to understand that happiness isn’t a constant. But to be human is to understand that neither is sorrow, or grief, or heartache.
To be human is to feel it all, to welcome the lessons that come with the dark days, to welcome the softness that comes from the lightness of what saves you.
To be human is to try, with every inch of your patchwork soul, to be proud of who you are. To care. To heal.
To be your own home, even on the days you don’t like yourself, even on the days where it doesn’t come naturally. To be human is to grow in the ups, and to grow in the downs. So keep growing. Keep growing.
