Look, it’s not about the past. The dancing under the bright lights that we were convinced were stars.
It’s not about the tears wept over stupidities. It’s not about the emotional energy we exerted when we were so desperate to please or be pleased.
It’s not about the times when we thought we had it right, and fell over our own feet into the wrong situation.
It’s not about the times we realised we’d screwed up. It’s not about the times we floated or floundered.
It is only about this one kiss. This dinner. This cigarette. This breath. This phonecall. It is only about this time. It is all about the present and not about the past. It’s not about your anger that you can’t spit out. It is about the thing that made you smile in the last five minutes. It’s about that lyric in that song you love that you’re too embarrassed to tell anyone about. It’s the stirring in your loins and in your head. It’s not about your dumbing down or sucking up. It’s not about the times where you gave up something of yourself. It’s utterly about what you’re brave enough to give yourself in the face of loss.
It is about your courage, it is not about your weaknesses.
Dump your shit, love your scars. Revere them for the lessons they are, and not for the blame you can throw at someone else’s face. They’re yours. Claim them.
It’s not about what you say in the day to get through the day. It is not about the transcending things you obsess over. It’s about how the sunlight catches your hair when you stand right there. It’s about the fact that you stood there, and that ray of sun caught your hair.
It’s your life. Claim it. Own it as best you can. Forgive yourself the rest.