Fall in love again with life with the same hopes that propelled you the last time you dug yourself right out of the wreckage of self-doubt and stories which were once again untrue. A self-created sabotage only revealed in hindsight that you were in fact deserving of clearer days. Days filled with sunshine, deeper cycles of breath, a springtime lounge in a friend’s garden as butterflies graced the moment and the fragrance of lavender so sweet was savored like one would a fine vintage oak stored wine.
Fall in love again with beauty, otherwise awaits an alternative more dire and dreadful.
