This life is so beautiful you know. But your love for it, and the people in it, come at a high price.
Your heart really is something else, little one. Your capacity for love seems to know no bounds. But oh – the violent pangs of abandon that will soon reverberate through you. They threaten to haul your beating heart out of your chest and leave it writhing in anguish, beached and beckoning for water.
If only you knew how much you’d hurt. I’m glad so you don’t. You still have fairytales in your eyes, fairies sitting on your shoulders. You see magic in flowers and gods in the trees. Peacocks and butterflies surround you. Let them be, and stay in innocent awe as long as you can, sweet girl!
You must build repose; this world will challenge every atom in your body. You will feel such deep incongruence between what you experience and who you are, that your soul will tremble in doubt. She will quake with fear and cry tears that seem to sprout from an infinite well. She will wish to flee.
Your capacity for fiery, tenacious love is just as much your greatest strength as it is your most vulnerable weakness.
You will pour yourself forth into others, as if it was all you were ever destined to do. And some will drink of your tears, and bathe in the radiance of your love – with no intention of ever replenishing you. You will look down and see in your tiny hands a cup that has gone dry. You will feel unloved, no doubt.
You will be lied to, sidelined, held at arms length, misunderstood and unappreciated. And no, you won’t understand why. You don’t get to know. It just is this way, and you must find a way to accept it or it will sap the life out of you and drain your world to monochrome.
Consciously choose to humble yourself daily! Remember your humanity, your own faults and imperfections. You too will utter words you don’t mean (no matter how hard you champion honesty), you will hurt others (no matter your capacity for empathy), and you will act in ways that you never intended (no matter your consistent character). You, and everyone else, are learning. Give yourself and others the patience and grace you both deserve. You will learn so much through others. Strive to do your best, and you will be content.
But I know you, little love – I know you do not love in halves, nor quarters. You love with galactic force of the entire universe behind you, your body a vessel for its expression.
I know it doesn’t feel like it at times, but you will remember how to adorn light to every path you wander. Your eyes will shift their focus, and will again instil gentle hues of life into everything around you.
You must call to arms every ounce of resolve within your being to fight withdrawal. There will be days, weeks, months and maybe even years where you will feel the need to mourn and isolate yourself. You will mourn lost love, love that you never received, and parts of yourself that you lose along the way. Oh little one, you will mourn your deep heart over and over.
What a cruel endowment.
Your tongue will grow clever, and at times your words may seem harsh. Ensure that your words are always spoken with love and the reverence for truth. You think and speak your reality into action. You will carve your boundaries clearly, and unapologetically. There is no one else to do this for you but yourself. So take good care of yourself. You are in no place to care for others unless you first nurture yourself.
Above all, you must honour yourself. Foster the divine and infinite love within you. Do not feign opportunity, it doesn’t look good on you. But choose wisely; there are lips that will spin you dreams of your fantasies. Eyes you will swoon and daydream over. Bodies that will shroud your judgement in lust filled haze. But the indifference of others will slam you so hard into yourself that you will find it impossible to ignore. Sirens will shriek in your ears and rattle your brain until you listen.
Take heed of your intuition and doubt yourself less. Spend time in quiet contemplation and oh little one, enjoy your solitude! So soon you will be seen. Gentle hands will hold yours, and your cup will overflow.
Still – go gently, find steadiness.
That love that you so willingly give to others is seeking you.
Let yourself be.
Surrender. Release. Follow the butterflies and the peacocks. Tend to your magical garden. Your colours are going to be so vividly reflected.
You deserve no less!