Plucky Toughtfullness

truly fierceful

My person.

I'd like to know who you're thinking of when you read this.

Your person.

The person you never want to miss again.

They'll hold you. Hold out their hand when you fall. Gives you strength when you want to jump.

Tell me, who are you thinking of?

Is it just one person you're thinking about? Or are there more? Maybe two or three, but maybe it's ten for you.

Isn't it fierceful that there are certain people in your life that you don't want to live without anymore? You can't.

I can't think of a better term.

Fierceful.

It is certainly not one of the most beautiful, most poetic words in literature, but I think it describes it best.

It's fierceful.

You have no idea how it happened. How this one person has become so goddamn important to you. Or these 2 or 3. Or maybe these 10.

When did they come into your life? Have they always been there?

It doesn't matter anymore. They're part of your life. Part of your heart. They're with you, and that's good.

I hope they never leave you.

Your person.

They get you, don't worry.

You don't have to scream, say or whisper.

You don't have to write, you don't have to dance letters, and you don't have to speak sign language.

You don't have to explain, justify or describe anything.

Your person understands you.

You can be yourself. I mean, really, truly yourself. With every fiber.

You can laugh, cry or yell out loud if you want.

You can be silent, introverted and withdrawn.

You can speak out loud the stupidest jokes, the most meaningless remarks and the most disturbing thoughts.

You can be here, you can be there, you can be wherever.

Lying, sitting, standing, walking or running.

You can be how you are and who you are. With everything you've got and everything else to come.

And if it's your person. So really your person.

Then they'll stay.

Your person doesn't mean they're all yours. Your property and possession.

No.

It means that for you, for your heart, they are the person you need. Who belongs to you, like the blue to the sky or the sun to the summer.

They belong in your life like ink on paper and like a brush on canvas.

That person. These 2, 3 or 10. They give meaning to your life.

You live for them because they live for you.

So go on living. Always be yourself. Because only then can you claim to have found your person.

Be yourself. Because that's the only way they'll find you. Your people.

I hope you have someone to think of when you read my lines.

And when there's no one there. Not a very, very good friend. No partner. Neither your parents. Then at least be it for yourself.

Because only when you're your person to yourself. Your honest, true, pure you.

You can find someone who's that for you.

Live.

Live for yourself so that others can do the same for you.

Do it to them. They'll be amazed at how beautiful you are.