The Truth About The Beauty in the Mess

It is darkest right before the light breaks through.
My dear one,
you keep searching on the outside
for something the outside does not possess.
Slow down.
Keep a steady pace.
When you find your people,
you won’t need to worry any longer.

There are still moments when you look backward.
But there is nothing in the past that remains for you.
By now, it has either vanished
or crossed into the next realm with you.
There is nothing left to wonder about,
to consider,
or to carry from the past anymore.

What is your biggest fear, sweet one?
That you won’t be loved?
That you won’t be accepted for exactly who you are?

But isn’t that already the case?
If you are being accepted for someone you are not,
isn’t that the same thing?
Why are you protecting those you fear won’t accept you?
You have already lost them.
Let them go.

So long as you don’t stop,
you will be alright.

See—
you keep trying to put everything into a small, neat little box
tied with a bow.
But that isn’t reality.
That isn’t what you are here to do.

You are here
to show the world
the beauty inside the mess.
You are here
to wrap the abstract in different tubes of wrapping paper,
to tape it with multi-colored tape,
to refuse the demand for "perfect."
You are here
to show the world
that even the unlovable parts
are worthy of love.

You are here
to help them find security
within themselves.