03.

I’ve seen with my own eyes that the sun comes out each and every day, no matter how dark the night gets.

I hope you do not discredit yourself to the point of believing that the fact you’ve managed to push through and through and through is a sign that things are getting easier. It’s a sign of your progress. You’re getting better at this whole life thing. Stronger, even. Hopeful and encouraged, if you find the thought of having to be strong particularly overwhelming.

I hope, slowly — no rush here — you’ll come to terms with the fact that life is an inevitably bumpy ride that you just have to learn to live with. There’s no other way to go but to go through it. With time, however, I hope we all grow into it.

I hope one day when you hit a bump in the road, you respond with a chuckle more than anything else, and then go on with your journey with a newfound realization that you now have come to enjoy the bumpy ride. They keep you alert and make you feel alive — on days when you’re feeling particularly unassailable, at least.

I hope one day you’ll stop muffling the inner voice that asks you to slow down.

I hope you take a pause and realize that the view is in fact worth reveling in, and you’ll take the time to ponder about what the scent of the flowers remind you of, although you might not find the answer and discard the question entirely.

I hope one night you’ll go to bed thinking that it’s good (enough) to (still) be here.