Lost in Translation
Not my job to explain it
Not everyone will understand your journey—
and that’s okay.
Some will only see the miles,
not the weather.
The wrong turns,
the nights you slept on faith
because certainty never showed up.
You are not here to make your life
legible to strangers.
You are not required to footnote your heart
or submit your longing for peer review.
You’re here to live your life—
to follow the pull when it makes no sense,
to choose wonder over safety,
to answer the call even when no one else
hears it ringing.
Let them misunderstand.
You were never meant to be explained.
You were meant to be become.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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