Journal #2

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Dear Self,

One of life's greatest tragedies is the fact that you will always be loved more than you will ever realize. It's a profound and often unnoticed reality. In a classroom, there is likely someone who finds your presence not just appealing but genuinely inviting and warm, even if you've only exchanged a few words with them, or perhaps none at all. On the streets, there's probably someone who cherishes your smile and carries its brightness with them for several blocks.

Think about the friends you've made along the way, those you used to be close to, and those whose paths you crossed five years ago. Among them, there's someone who would give anything just to be in the same room as you today, to rekindle that connection. There's also someone who regularly comes into your workplace and feels a sense of disappointment when you're not there to brighten their day. Someone missed you today, and someone noticed your absence.

The truth is, someone loves you when you're present, and someone loves you even when you're nowhere to be found at all. You might sometimes believe that you've disappeared when you're no longer in the immediate picture, but the reality is that you've never truly left the frame. Your influence, your impact, and your essence persist in the hearts and minds of those you've touched. You're a part of their stories, and your presence in their lives remains cherished and significant, even when you're not right there in front of them.

Always remember, you are more loved and appreciated than you can ever fully fathom.

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