Here’s to the things you no Longer do. To the love that you no longer grant. To the people whom you no longer understand. To the border that you no longer cross. To the jokes that you no longer jest at. Here’s to the things you no longer do for you’ve chosen to be truer to yourself . b>

Here’s to your Inability to become what they asked of you. To your inability to hold yourself together when “youre supposed to”. To your inability to feel ended by yourself. To your is no way to get it on alone. Here’s to your inability to become what they asked of you for you’ve earmarked yourself to require, and to be alright with that . b>

Here’s to the things that you didn’t see coming. To the pulley-blocks, the filters, and the walls that you’ve developed around your mind. To the ones that you didn’t , no matter how many times you tried. To the vulnerability that’s retreated into crevices within you. Here’s to the things you didn’t see coming but that came and bided because you did not discount your experiences while restructuring your ideas.

Here’s to the displacements that acquire you feel less that. To the pain that now comes faster and twilights harder. To the elation that now comes slower and drops quicker. To the trust that’s become an elaborate creation. To the loss of your desire to give with wild vacate. To your care that’s now measured and doled out in calculated doses. Here’s to the displacements that meet “youre feeling” less than because you’ve known that there are forces greater than you to which you’ve surrendered . b>

Here’s to your blunders. To the ones that you’ve adopted. To the ones that you’ve used to work. To the new ones that you’ve computed. Here’s to the blunders that you do not revoke, for disclaiming it “wouldve been” rejecting the truth to your stories.

Here’s your goodness. To your ability to accept although many have spurned you. To your daring to stay although many have left you behind. To your desire to remember although many have forgotten you. Here’s to your goodness that you boldly represent even when the world cannot see it, or believe in it . b>

It makes astonishing strong to give yourself the permission to become who you’re growing. To not hold back your progression with personas you have of who you are . To not rend yourself down because you are turning out different from whom you thought you’d be . To permit both the daylight and the darkness to abide by each other, and to recollect your core even when the scales tip backward and forward over and over again.

Nothing of us emerges as excellent . i> We become an peculiar concoction of its own experience. All we can do is wear that patchwork of mistakes, affection, and heartbreak with dignity and own who we are in the moment.

And here’s to that.