Dear Brave & Beautiful,

Fighting with yourself, each and every moment, feels tough.

Constantly pacifying the grief that makes you hollow from inside, feels tough.

Waking up at midnight, traumatized, trembling with fear, gasping the pain, and trying to breathe, feels tough.

Turning left and right for the whole night, being unable to fall asleep, and stopping the unexpected worries that make you stressed, feel tough.

Feeling restless within but still affirming the anxious mind, saying “Everything is going to be alright”, feels tough.

Giving up feels easy, but holding on feels tough.

But, dear brave and beautiful, don’t forget we are already winners because we have come so far from our fears, grief, loss, panic, trauma, and many, many more such things that made our lives a living hell. Think for once, if we haven’t been in this hell, could we ever realize what is heaven? Could we realize how much love, power, and courage we hold within? Could we realize how beautiful life seems when someone brings back the lost self from the other side of life?

Remember the soft sunlight wrapping you when you came out from the dark room where you confined yourself for many days? Passing each day with the numb pain, carrying inside so many unspoken words yet to be expressed, and silently screaming at the world, “I want to live. I want to live… Like others, I want to live…”

“There are so many things I have to do. There are so many dreams I have to make come true. There are so many places I want to go…I want to give myself one more chance to see how the universe makes everything fall into place.”

Maybe you have been waiting for a long, and this wait feels tough… really tough.

Yet, remember that soft light coming from the edge of the window, and the tiny yellow flower raising its head from that edge. You fell asleep at the last hour of the night, after a night-long struggle with yourself, when you were feeling extremely tired. When you opened your eyes with the first sunray and looked at that flower, didn’t it feel like a blessing to you?

That day, you wanted to believe in the word called ‘Hope’, because you wanted to give yourself a second chance. A chance to see the world by wearing different spectacles, a chance to work on the dreams you saw, and a chance to sing the song of life.

I wish you sing that song over and over. Every morning, at the hour of dawn, when you are about to give up, I wish the soft light comes to you, the yellow flower smiles at you, and the morning birds sing to you, that you have a story to tell.

– Love & Light, A Friend

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