
Sometimes we are like sculptures.
What we have lost somehow completes us.
So it's ok to mourn our losses.
Let it hurt. Let it burn. Let it tear.
But don't dwell on it.
Because the answer is not in letting go, but in no longer holding on.
Sure, it takes time to heal.
But someday you will find life so freaking beautiful,
as you watch tea leaves unfurling and relaxing in warm water,
and know peace.
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