“I am the rock against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break me.”
We are at the point in my life where my life forks out into multiple possibilities, and the weight of the choices to be made has never felt heavier. When I turned 25 last year, all I could see were stars: wide and vast, sprinkled over the sky, beckoning, calling, mesmerizing. I believed, truly believed, that anything was possible, and that with my grit and gut, I could face it.
Was I wrong? One hundred percent.
Fast forward to now, a year and a trillion lifetimes later, I am not so sure. I’m still here, still standing (questionably so), but at what cost? I’m not wide-eyed anymore. My heart is not full, it’s too cautious, too skeptical. This last year has been a toughie, clearly. What did I learn?
Only you decide what breaks you.
This isn’t exactly a new concept, but throughout the days that felt too heavy, too dark and just too damn much, this is what I kept repeating to myself. It worked, more than I thought it would, and well, here we are.
My hopes for the next year are clear in my mind, and despite being used and abused in many ways, my heart still harbors hope for the days to come. I read somewhere that life keeps repeating the lessons you don’t learn, and I believe I’ve learnt all the lessons that were meant for me for this time. There may be more down the line, but if I’m anything, I’m prepared.
Tomorrow will be better. The days that are yet to come will be fulfilling and happy in a way that my imagination cannot even comprehend (and my imagine can comprehend a lot). Life is going to get so spectacular, it will take my breath away.