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my dearest,
do you ever wonder what you are made of? galactic dust - or mere earthly rust? love and light or dark new moon nights? people say your body is a scientific accident, a worthless cluster of atoms. but let me tell you this: they are just too trapped by this world to ever really fathom that you are, in truth, a beauty born from the heart of the divine, as wondrous as all the stars aligned. a work of art so fine that it can put to shame carefully sculpted greek gods in blooming gardens of hanging rose vines.
and even though your rose vines can hide many sharp thorns, even though your garden might have enough withered flowers to leave you empty, despondent, and forlorn, every part of you is still filled with a glorious shine. worry not for life and death go hand in hand; happiness and sadness are but two sides of the same coin - all part of a greater plan.
the pathways in your garden which lead to yourself might not have a smooth going. the terrain might be rough, the weeds might just keep growing and growing. but was there ever any fun in smooth goings to be had? where trials and tribulations lie, that's where excitement abounds. was there ever any beauty in perfect places to be seen? only side by side with imperfections can true wonders be found.
so, my sweet darling, if you ever wonder what you're made of, just remember that it's only love and light, only the countless stars hidden behind a blanket of darkness in those inky new moon nights. not always in sight but always so bright, always so bright.
my love, you are infinite.
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it's strange isn't it? how it can be so easy to shower compliments on others, to get upset when someone close to your heart says they feel unworthy and to do anything in your power to assure them that no, they're beautiful and so very valid - but. when it comes to yourself? when it comes to dealing with the self hate and insecurity you battle with every day? why do those same words of comfort you try to spoon feed others taste like bitter white lies on your tongue? why can't you see yourself through the same rose-tinted, forgiving and accepting lens you often see others with?
this is a short love letter i originally wrote for those others but redirected, at the last moment, at least partially to myself instead. maybe that sounds narcissistic of me. but i think i need to hear and believe these words too, and in a way, who better to convince me of my own self worth than me, right? :')
here's to hoping we all find those elusive feelings that are some of the greatest blessings on this earth: peace of heart and peace of mind - being content with who you are, where you are. love yourself folks, and keep loving others too <3
