Journal Entry #8:
There are days when I find myself missing something or someone I know wasn't meant to stay in my life. Yet, in that moment, I can’t deny that it filled a part of me that needed to be filled, even if it wasn’t in the way I expected. Maybe it was the way the words were said when I thought no one understood me, the easiness of feeling that been given, the familiarity that feel like home or the touch that brought comfort when I felt alone.
I think about the times I thought I needed certain things to be whole—love, affection, understanding—and even if those moments weren’t perfect, they were what I needed at the time. And even though the relationship didn't meet my expectations, maybe it wasn't a failure, but rather an experience, a lesson in disguise. We are all just doing the best we can with what we know, learning along the way.
It's hard to admit, but it's okay to acknowledge that not everything will be as we imagined. That people can walk in and out of our lives, and not all encounters are meant to last. The heartache, the disappointment—it’s all part of the journey. But each step, each mistake, each broken expectation leaves us richer, more resilient, and more aware of ourselves.
I’ve learned that it's okay to grieve what wasn't meant to be, to sit with the sadness of unmet dreams, and yet still be gentle with myself. It’s okay to feel vulnerable, to embrace the pain, knowing that it's not permanent.
What matters is that I keep moving forward, holding onto the lessons and focusing on the person I’m becoming— more in tune with who I truly am. The future is still full of possibilities, and it’s time to look ahead with hope, knowing that there are new beginnings and fresh encounters waiting for me.
It’s okay to miss, to feel hurt, and to face moments of doubt. But it's also okay to rise again, to trust in the process, and to know that there’s always something beautiful ahead, even if I can’t yet see it.
Love,
Chits
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