6 simple reminders

Every encounter is a lesson. My dad loves to remind me.

Although, I am that stage of life where I wish these life lessons stopped. I’ve recieved enough to write a book of affirmations. And in no means this blog tonight comes from bitterness. It’s just a reflection of hope and understanding.

Because people love to call love ‘rare’.
I don’t think it is. What’s rare is courage.
Hope.
Understanding.

There’s no point in being loved if you’re not understood. But to be understood. And not just that, appreciated and understood (the best combo imo). I think that’s what matters.

So, here they are. 6 reminders out of that imaginery book. Treat this as the best advice you’ll read tonight from a 31-year-old immigrant fighting cold weather. Or you know, skip it.

May you never enter a room where your presence is met with silence instead of kindness, where whispers follow you more than words of warmth, and where your spirit feels small. But if you do, may you never return to such place again.

May you never find a love that makes you earn the affection that should have been freely given, a love that confuses possession with presence, or makes your light feel like too much. But if you do, may you remember : leaving is a form…