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it's okay

Ever look around and notice everyone else is moving forward but you, perhaps you're stuck and the time is just getting away from you but not everyone else. 

Well, stop looking at everyone else then. Do everything at your own pace. So what you're "stuck." What is that anyway? Who's definition are you using? Are you going off of someone else's success? Or is the world telling you where you should be by now? Quit it. 

No one knows you better than you know yourself. No one knows the baggage you have to always carry with you, no one even has a darn clue how long its going to take you to heal, grow, and move on. You learn when you need to learn, when everything in you begins to thirst for more, that's when you know you're ready for the next move. But take your darn time doing so, quit rushing and thinking you're supposed to be this person by a certain age, or having a certain job or any of that. You are your own unique being, your own person you're supposed to love, and you are you. 

I've learned that it's okay to not be okay sometimes. To accept things as what they are, be open to the lessons of life through my own actions, to be vulnerable with my feelings and thoughts; let them be heard; there's always an ear to hear you out and let you speak until you begin to make sense to yourself again.  It's okay to take your time, what's the rush? Figure it out, don't do it on your own, but definitely don't depend on others to show you your way of life, find it in you. Find the truths you need to hold on to, find the path you are supposed to be on, use your brain not your heart. Pray, do a lot of that. That's the only way you'll know life as a whole. 

Many times I let someone else's place in life, affect my own living. Realize, you are a different person, you learn differently, you love either carefully or openly, you observe and explore on your own, through your own pair of glasses. There's absolutely and entirely nothing wrong with that. 

It's okay. 



"We are not meant to stay wounded. We are supposed to move through our tragedies and challenges and to help each other move through the many painful episodes of our lives. By remaining stuck in the power of our wounds, we block our own transformation. We overlook the greater gifts inherent in our wounds — the strength to overcome them and the lessons that we are meant to receive through them. Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise." 
— Caroline Myss

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