This Is The End

    Sometimes things just disappear. Sometimes you can not fight it and you just have to flow with it. Sometimes you fall but you know getting up has always made you stronger. Sometimes all things that shine are not gold. Sometimes you surrender and for the first time in your life it does not feel pushed or foreign but natural and familiar. Sometimes you flow through life with such an ease even though the burden you are carrying is trying to stop you. But you won't let it, on the contrary, you release it.
    And you know yourself so much better now, you know your value and you stand upright. Just the thought of this is your glimmer of hope and gives you not only security but also so much feeling of content.
    And eventually, you'll wake up and it will be a beautiful spring day and you will be able to smell the new beginnings in the air. And then you realize, that this whole time, this whole transition period was worth it. All the pain was worth it and all the rage (which you did not even know you were capable of) was worth it. You stand tall with your head high, you are grounded and you do not need to keep finding yourself, because you found yourself a long long time ago - and have not looked back ever since. You got this. You are powerful. You are loved. You are capable of so much more. You see good in people and you are kind and genuine. You survived way worse things in your life, so why fold now.