Remember
Remember: Who created you? Well, who created your mom and father? And who created their parents? And who created your grand parents? Who created the very first great grandparents you ever had?
Remember: It’s a miracle that you exist, is it not?
After everything you’ve been through, isn’t it a miracle that you have not died (nor been permanently crippled) yet? Consider how many close calls. All of those accidents. All of those intrusive thoughts. Even those intrusive acts.
It’s a miracle that you’re still here.
The universe wants you here. We wish you to be here. To be here fully, and to be true to yourself.
To be true to your deepest self. To be true to the inner young child that you still carry and nurture with every act you take.
We wish you to be present. Not trapped in the past, which is behind us.
We wish you to be present. Not trapped in the future, which is not yet here.
We wish you to be present. To recognize and carry forth the love of life.
We wish you to be present. To not be afraid of this miraculous present.
You were not born to lead a life of fear and torment and resentment.
We wish you to be happy and strong and healthy.
In that order. Don’t get it twisted.
We wish you to shine bright.
We are your roots, and we are rooting for you.
But we cannot do the work for you.
You’ve been granted all the magical powers that you need to fight and flourish.
We’re right beside you.
Let’s fucking go.