Acceptance

I choose for this blog space to be one of acceptance. So that I can hold this space for myself, and do it for the same for others.

In brokenness, I am whole. I am whole because these cracks allow the light to flow through. What do these cracks symbolise? It meant that it’s perfectly human to make mistakes. It’s okay to not be okay. There are days where I catch myself with spiralling thoughts of self-doubt, and they seemed so true, and in fact i had believed those thoughts for a really long time it felt like they were a part of me. Sometimes it felt hard to believe not so, because that’s all I could see, right?

I think it’s wonderful to believe that every person in my life right now is here for a reason. I’d like to think that they are here because they can teach me something – patience, loss, love. Acceptance.

What is life, really? I think life is just what we choose to believe about others, and about ourselves? Because i think that really makes all the difference.

Believing is seeing. Choosing to see. Helping people to see something beautiful within themselves that they don’t see. Sometimes we forget our own beauty within and we just need people to remind us. We need to remind each other the beauties of our existence, for none of these paths are “by chance”.

And sometimes I forget that life is my own journey to take. I get caught up comparing my lives with others, creating this dissatisfaction in myself. Then I judge myself for thinking like that. hahaha. quite funny right? I just realised how much energy is spend on beating myself, again. But that’s okay too.

I can choose to laugh at myself too. I can choose look at these memories fondly. And they are very much so. When I stop trying to “fix” things, everything seems like it’s…working? It doesn’t mean that these issues don’t exist, but it means that I allow them to exist instead of changing them. I really think many things in life are beyond our control. By allowing them to exist, I am allowing them to just be. I am allowing myself for a deeper connection…

And perhaps by truly connecting, that’s how things can truly change?

This is a reminder that i’m my own person. And i’m on my own journey. That I have an awesome, supportive group of friends with me, and I’m not alone. It’s also a reminder for me to that i don’t need permission to be myself. And it’s okay to be rejected, because it does not mean I am rejected. Rejections speak more about the other than myself. Understand where that rejection really comes from. Hurt people, hurt people.

My achievements don’t define me, I define my achievements. Achievements are over-glorified huh. I think times worth celebrating are often things that people don’t see. Moments when one chooses to speak out even though you feel heart-pumping sweaty scared. More often than not, we only see the triumphs, and little attention goes behind the struggles behind the triumph – i think that’s something worth truly celebrating.

So if you’re reading this, remember to celebrate these moments 🙂 These are moments, no matter how tiny, are significant steps of you being you. That’s the most wonderful gift to the world and people around you.

Sometimes I forget. That’s why I need to type this while i remember.