The love within.
Remarkable, yet deeply understandable, how the world revolves around finding love outside of oneself.
How life is supposed to feel when we’ve given away our power, only to find, behind that search for belonging, something else entirely.
Letting go of a six-year relationship becomes a driving force, without even knowing when it ever truly was before. How a first loving home can create an entire existence, never realizing the depth of what was missing.
The realization, even today, is that life is not about finding another person. It’s about becoming the person you are meant to be, in finding yourself.
As described in Vogue’s words: “Is having a boyfriend embarrassing now?” It’s not about, once again, centering a woman’s life around that. And yet.
It’s in finding warmth and resonance within oneself that the beauty of life is revealed. In releasing what never truly was in the first place.
An inner sense arises, like tasting something for the first time, then letting it go, realizing it had always been yours.
It’s in that missing feeling when driving home after a long day, yearning for a home to return to, only to learn you must create it yourself.
The opposites that meet you there. In the silence. Alone. Found within.
It’s through allowing yourself to feel this way that you move toward the love you were searching for, all along.
