Dearest Darling Friends,
Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed.
You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with shopping, with gifts, with luxury, with parties, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with flings, with pornography. You can bandage the bleeding with distractions, justifications. You can bandage the bleeding with blames, complains, excuses. Your pain and frustrations will still ooze through and stain your life.
You MUST find a way. You must find a way to open the wounds. Find the strength to open the wounds. Find the strength to stick your hand inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you back. Go through the agony and turmoil that will invade every cell of your body. Be ready to face the gory numbness of despair and hopelessness. Look at your memories and make peace with them. Heal yourself. You MUST heal yourself.
Magic will happen. Wherever you feel weak, tomorrow you will find yourself strong. Whatever causes agony, tomorrow it will be your beacon of peace. Whatever causes turmoil, tomorrow it will make you smile.
Today, you have sold your dreams to the hurts of the past. Tomorrow, you will proclaim loud and clear, 'My Dreams Are Not For Sale'.
May your dreams kiss you every morning as you wake up. May your dreams take you to museums and parks and monuments and nights where you get a standing ovation from a hall full of thousands of people. May your dreams invade your taste buds and nostrils and sights. May they make you alive in the most beautiful way possible. May your dreams take you to the history of the future.
May you take that ONE crucial step today and move closer to your dream. May your dream NEVER EVER be on sale.
With dreams and dreams and dreams,
Prachi
As I live...I learn