on beginnings and how fragile they feel
even light breaks before it shines ★ˎˊ˗
it’s never really easy starting something new, is it? i mean, it depends… but most of the time i definitely question myself a million times. still, there’s always this strong feeling inside me whispering that everything will work itself out, that everything’s gonna be alright.
for instance, laying out this diary for you to read is probably the most nerve-wracking and vulnerable thing i’ve ever shared with the world. and yet, it feels so heartwarming to know that at least one of you might be feeling the same way i do.
i guess there’s no real right or wrong when it comes to new beginnings… you just do it, and allow yourself to float with whatever comes your way. it’s like i’m a paper plane, thin and lightweight, carried from point a toward some place unknown. all i really have to do is let go and enjoy the ride.
the wind might get stormy, my plane could rip and fall apart, or maybe it’ll withstand all turbulence, because my intuition shows me how to adjust. and that’s what will carry me safely to wherever i’m meant to land.
if this is where you pause, thank you, truly! for reading this far ♡
but if you’re curious about what happens beyond the leap -
the fears, the revelations, and the art of continuing anyway,
that’s where the next section begins.
