Don’t be afraid to get lost. It’s a precursor to knowing exactly where you are.
Peace and chaos are self-created.
Sing. A lot. Out loud. It loosens things up in your insides that probably need loosening.
If you only ever keep your temper, try losing it. If you only ever lose your temper, try keeping it. There is liberation in both.
Take one single long, deep breath. Then let it all the way out. Chances are, you haven’t done that in a while.
Silence is an indulgence, and is hard to find. When you find it, be patient and still in it. Revel in it.
Homesickness is a gift. It means that you once lived in a place, and at a time, that was precious.
Grief is a gift. It means that you loved, and were loved. It means that a part of them became a part of you. The feeling you have in your heart isn’t a hollowing out, but a filling in.
Feel what you feel, with no excuses, no inhibitions, no guilt.
Hold close to you the things that make you whole, and let go of the things that don’t reflect light upon your soul.
There is strength in vulnerability, every grief and hurt and sadness builds upon that strength, and happiness is more accessible than it sometimes may seem.
Now it’s your turn. Start up an entry, grab a notebook. What are YOUR truths? What are the things that you know, that you REALLY, deep down in your heart, know? Write it down. We all need reminding every now and then, even if we are only reminding ourselves.