imperfections.

Don't resist the beautiful flowers that come to grow around your wounds, your rejections, your misconceptions; those imperfections that you resist too much.

Imagine if you loved all of you.

Imagine if you were brave enough to let go of all the pain.

But: who are we without all that pain?
This is often the harder path to walk.
The path of freedom.
The path of the unknown.
We know our pain so intimately; it becomes a safe space to hide.

We hold on so tightly to let go.

What are you holding onto?