There’s no such thing as fate…
There’s no such thing as werewolfs.
My baby daughter, when you point to your belly button and ask “what’s this” with a grin on your face, my mouth says “belly button,” but my heart says:
This is the mark on your body that connects me to you. It doesn’t fade with age. It will always be there to remind you that my lifeblood is your lifeblood. You are a part of me; you grew with me, you ate with me, you cried with me. I knew you before I met you, I loved you before I knew you.
So when you look down at your belly button, know that although you are out in the world now, roaming, learning, laughing, being…you are still from me, you are still within me. An umbilical cord no longer connects our bodies, but a love that cannot be cut will always connect our hearts.
"And We have enjoined upon man [care] for his parents. His mother carried him, [increasing her] in weakness upon weakness, and his weaning is in two years. Be grateful to Me and to your parents; to Me is the [final] destination" (31:14)."
The world’s so different now.
And it’s going to be even more different. We’ll rebuild it together.
I will never love a man who doesn’t grant me acess to his heart. Who doesnt share memories, compassion, fears, dreams, hurt. All of it. I want all of it. I want to see the inside. I want it to be mine to explore. To understand.
I try to believe i was meant to be here.
remind myself that no existence is an accident.
That I matter.
That no experience was meant to be buried.
That I plant my feet in these memories that keep me sleepless …and let them ground me.
Let the light of people enrich me…inspire me.
Let the tears of those near me fall and cleanse them. Renew them.
Let my heart show them the power of the next moment. Let me hold their hands and ask them to bloom in growth with me.
I matter because I love….I say.
Everyday I love.