Dear... Open Letter to the World
May 1, 2020
A year ago today I was trying to survive a breakup. My life had changed in literally 30 seconds when he told me he was moving out. The next morning I woke up hoping it was just a dream but my bed was still empty. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t eat, I was paralyzed by the realization that my world had crumbled. For good or for bad, I had to survive, I had to keep myself alive.
It took time. It took a lot of time until slowly, little by little I built a new world. I found my strength, I made new friends, I tried new things, met my four-legged soulmate, I learned new things, I had a new schedule,
A routine that kept me busy. No time to stop or I’d drown.
On the surface my heart was healed, but underneath all of the new things, my heart was still broken. But no one knew. Yet, I was happy... most days. I was so busy that there was no time to think about my feelings. I was busy rebuilding my world.
Then, out of no where, everything and everyone that held the pieces of my broken heart together, were gone. My world had crumbled once again. The difference is that today, I have to rebuild my world on my own.
What I’m trying to say is, that nothing lasts forever. The good times, moments that last 10 minutes but feel like seconds and you wish they’d last forever, will be nothing but good memories.
The bad times, the moments when seconds feel like years, those too will turn into memories, and life lessons. Our world can change in one night, in one week, in one month. It is our chance to build a new one. To paint with different colors, to dance to new beats, to get rid of what held us back, to try new things. Because the world I knew in January, is gone. I’ve waited... three months and it hasn’t come back. It will take time, a lot of time, but I will build an empire. Even if I have to do it myself. Because for good or for bad, I have to survive, I have to find a way to keep myself alive... and honestly... an empire sounds pretty darn good.