to my present self, when I look back at the journey you’ve walked, I am blind to the failures and weaknesses you seem to dwell on all I see is your strength, your resilience when you fell and rose back up like some phases of the journey weren’t that painful. I see a warrior who, for a good reason, is tired of fighting for everything they wish to hold onto. I see someone who longs for the gentler side of life, and that is not a weakness.
