Dear self,
Hey, it's me again. Your everyday culprit. There have been times when I wished you weren't there; moments when I prayed to waking up to someone else but I'm glad that you choose to stay. And by staying I mean for continuously living— for fighting to live. Thank you for incessantly holding on even to the tiniest hope left in me; for believing and for always trying to put sense into your scared self. I know that feeling, that sickening feeling that kills your inner happy vibe because you feel like you do not deserve this so-called life— but you do.
And I'm sorry for the times that I belittled your pain; I discredit your efforts and I hope that I could make up for the lost times. Looking at you now makes me realize the strength you possessed all these times. And maybe today is the right time that I get to appreciate you; to admire your stillness and your unwavering faith in this humanity. It's amazing how you managed to remain unscathed inspite of the rudeness of the world; how you chose to remain soft and forgiving when others has chosen to become the opposite. I witnessed you fought even when your demons whisper louder than your sanity. So thank you— thank you for always choosing me; for embracing me and staying even on my darkest days.
And from this point on, I want you to know that you got me— we got this self.
—Katherine A. Solomon
12.10.2019 / 07:26pm
#pursueyourpassion #spilledink #backonit
