There’s no waiting for another lifetime, no holding out for a “someday.” This moment, this breath, this chance — it’s all I have.
So I remind myself: fight for the things that bring light into my life. Protect the people I love. Leave them softer, lighter, and better than when they found me. Defend my heart, even when it feels bruised and heavy — because it deserves to stay open.
I will forgive — not just others, but myself. I will slow down. Taste more. Touch more. Care more. I will not let the joy that comes my way slip through my fingers because I feel unworthy of it. I am worthy. I am enough.
Strength does not always look like being unshakable. Sometimes strength looks like gentleness, or tears, or breaking open and still choosing to keep going.
And when my time comes — when I have to give back this borrowed breath — I want my heart to be worn out from loving too much, not from holding back. I want my soul to be tired in the best way, because I lived, I felt, I hoped.
I want to leave knowing I showed up as all of me. That I didn’t wait for another chance, another life, another version of me. I want to know I tried.
And today — right here, right now — trying is enough.
Love,
Chits
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