I think life asks a lot from us. More from some than others. I think we’re strong enough, brave enough, even if we don’t know it yet.

I think that when we become used to letting go, all that remains will just flow. But their will all always be hardship, and that’s ok. It’s the obstacles, the uneasiness, the pain that will make us grow.

We don’t need a way out, but a space within. To plant our feet, to place our wings. To hold on, but just lightly. To know that we’re being held, even without arms around us.

That’s freedom

Xo

Freedom…

I transformed my pain into freedom. I picked myself up, along the pieces of me scattered all over the ground.

My pieces transformed into star dust, all over my skin. And every morning when we wake up, we get to be born all over again.

I kept on remembering what I already knew. That I was whole, and my pieces weren’t scattered everywhere.

Without realising I was holding onto guilt and shame, for something I never did. And now I have no more excuses to hold onto it.

I realised that freedom is inside of me, it never left me. I am freedom. A flicker of light, and the exact perfect concoction of sun and moon.

Xo