Isn’t this a beautifully chiseled thread of language? Wow. The sentiment is perfect. And universal. And honest. And exactly what I aspire to. But in words I could never find myself. So instead, I wrote them out for myself. Made them my own. Or at least in my own handwriting.
May this serve as part of my personal constitution, a blueprint that guides me back when I get lost.
How do you remind yourself of your truth?