Have you ever been there?
As far as you think you will land, in the ugly, smelly armpit of your own life?
Have you looked around and all you could see was what your heart never wished for?
Have you been there?
The only solution I have found is to not beat yourself up for arriving.
To breath, and breath again, and breath and breath and breath.
Set no agenda.
Have no immediate expectation.
Just meet yourself there, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the moment.
Wrap your arms around yourself.
If you can’t muster the courage, the strength to tell yourself I love you, then just breath.
There are those of us out here, unknown, saying we love you anyway.
We hear you.