It's All Messy
But darling there is a raw beauty— a virtuous elegance, in our scars... in our mess.
The scraped knees, the raised voices, the dirty dishes, the gray hairs, the tears in our eyes, the wrinkles in our skin... These are physical embodiments of our fight, our strength, our fortitude, our resilience, our beauty.
You were born with the weakness to fall my dear, which also means you were born with the strength to rise. Even a flower must grow through dirt— Be strong.
Embrace the struggle— the cosmic roadblocks. After all, sometimes we fall because we need to find something down there darling. You are so much stronger than you know.