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person I used to be. A person who was never even
really the person I wanted to be. The natural and beautiful circle of life I've heard all about inaccurately corrects itself to the cycle of life, as if it were a punishment to breathe and think.
I've blamed outer entities and unfortunate experiences for why I am the way I am because it's exhausting to
have always blamed it on myself all this time. I learned
to forgive myself for all I have done, never dwelling on
my past, for it is something I can never change.
Though learning to find contentment in accepting
what is out of my control, I just remind myself of that
little girl I used to be.
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