Tough Times May Last

Dear reader,

I hope you receive letters of hope every day. I hope you finally see the signs you’ve been waiting for for years. I hope you meet the love of your life. I hope you finally start loving yourself and realize how beautiful you are in your way. I hope your day was better than when you thought you couldn’t do it anymore.

I want you to know that there are days when you cannot find yourself in a room with a handful of people. There are days when the daylight absorbs the vitality and vigor you’ve worked years to gain. There are days when the night sky shatters every inch of confidence you took eons to build. There are days when the sun, the moon, and the stars remind you that you are only a tiny particle of the ever-expanding universe. There are days when the trees no longer offer you their soft shadows. There are days when the earth agonizes you with her rantings about you being a burden.

There are days when the world tries to pull you down and forces you to end in a cloud of smoke. These days existed long before you were born, exist while you are alive, and will continue to exist even when you are gone.

It is these days when you need to hold on for a second and let the phase pass. Things must go on the way they are supposed to. Because tough times may last, but the pain doesn’t. Smiles last longer than pain and heal more than wounds. I hope you find comfort in your cozy quilt. I hope you start smiling wider. I hope you look into people's eyes and see something beyond pain for the first time. I hope you look into the mirror and embrace yourself. I hope you turn out to be stronger than you were.

With a handful of love and hope
A stranger that loves you because you are ‘you.’
Yours friendly