There is no denying that traveling has transformed me.
It has helped me grow in ways that I never imagined possible.
But sometimes, still, I find myself going back to my old ways.
I find myself re-enacting destructive patterns from my past.
I find myself making the same mistakes.
It makes me question how much I have actually grown.
It makes me question whether my own happiness and progress has been a mere illusion.
It makes me wonder if I am capable of ever having the life and relationships that deep down I know I deserve.
But the part of me that has grown will simply not accept that negative mentality.
When you do something
that feels wrong
that hurts you
that hurts someone else
Do you judge yourself?
Do you blame yourself?
Do you question your strength
your self love?
Do you fear that you are doomed to destruct and self-destruct?
Or do you find compassion?
Do you respect exactly where you are, and exactly where you were?
And know that it is still perfect?
Maybe it feels like you make the same mistakes
but we each have our own process
for letting go
It might take many bruises
but our stumbles
are our most valuable teachers.
When you take a leap
sometimes you fall
but if you never tested your limits
how could you know where you stand?
So don’t judge.
Don’t be discouraged.
Accept that sometimes we have to know dark before we can find light.
And even the lily grows up from the dirt.
So fall, and fall, and fall
trusting that one day you will finally get up and fly.