Dear... Whomever
I honestly don’t know exactly what to say, but I’m going to say it.
So, if you’re reading this, hi. I’m 19, I don’t know everything about life yet and I don’t know what’s in store for me in the future but I can tell you something. Life is beautiful.
You may or may not agree with me, which is fine, but the only reason why you may not see it as beautiful is because you never tried to. When I say life is beautiful I mean the world around you. The people, the bugs, the animals, the air, the plants. Everything.
Maybe your life is hard and that’s why you choose not to see it, but that doesn’t mean you can’t. Life only gets harder the more you decide disaster will come after the fall. Happiness is around during ordinary things and you don’t even realize it. Good things happen to you a lot even if it doesn’t feel so good right now.
You’re not alone even if you feel lonely today. I have been hurt, I have been ridiculed, and I have had my life, for a moment, destroyed. But I say for a moment because I grew from all of it. Growth is not pushing your problems away, growth is not saying it’ll get better because sometimes it won’t, growth is being okay with the fact that not everything in this world has an answer. Growth and healing is knowing that your past will stay with you, but you choose to evolve around it and be better for it.
Never tell someone it’ll be okay, because one day it will be and the next it won’t. Tell them, you won’t be okay but that’s fine because no one is okay. Time is of the essence, but time doesn’t truly exist. You choose to do what you want in your time, the same as anyone else. Take your time because even if someone feels ahead, they did it on their own time and even they feel like they aren’t ahead because no one truly is. You are your own person, take life by the hands and let it guide you, sometimes it’ll tell you to guide it yourself.
People are confusing, people themselves are confused. It doesn’t excuse bad things people do, but it does show this life is more complex than meets the eye. Sometimes I can understand why people do me wrong, because in my story they may be the villain and in someone’s else’s they’re the savior. I’m also the villain and savior in peoples stories.
Life is not easy. But life can be beautiful.