The art of absolute surrender
To be everything that we yearn for to come true, and to not be a failure, an agonized loser in the eyes of others.
The art of absolute surrender
To be everything that we yearn for to come true, and to not be a failure, an agonized loser in the eyes of others. We toil in our everyday trials to achieve our dreams, to become the person of our dreams. Sometimes we doubt ourselves, are we worthy enough to be the best version of ourselves we envision ourselves to be? The journey of life can be behold in its uncertain waters, questioning the belief we have for ourselves.
2023 has been a roller coaster ride for me. The year taught to me smile in my tears, love through my fears, and stride through the tiers of uncertainty that life mellows us in. The biggest learning I had this year was it is okay to stride at your own pace, to be proud of everything you have strived for, and to hug yourself for making it through the hard times. Sometimes it becomes essential to take a step back, breathe, and take time out for yourself.
I am a learner in life. I am learning to love myself the right way, I am learning to give myself the care and rest I deserve. I am learning to be grateful every day for everything that god has bestowed me with. I am yearning to embrace how far I have stridden in the path of life. To look back at my younger self, to see through myself through her eyes, of how proud she is of everything I have achieved, that is what I hold certain in the world of uncertain
I hope you find beauty in the art of absolute surrender too, to be whoever you want to be and whatever you hold true.
Breathe, relax, and have faith in yourself.
You got this.
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Hridya.
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