Welcome to a hit of hope.
You probably know your shortcomings.
Perhaps you recite them daily,
Hourly.
You know the ways you fail.
The ways you hurt yourself and others.
The ways you could and should do better.
You can choose to pick those thoughts up and let them cut you again and again.
You can pick at your flaws like scabs,
Keeping them fresh and raw.
You can ignore them until they fester.
You can blame others.
It must be someone else's fault.
You can get lost in the tangle of if only or no one else.
You can get lost in the thorns of always and never.
You can make your faults epic.
You can realize you did the best you could.
Now that you know better,
You can do better.
You can see your scars and know that each one of them represents a battle you survived.
You can celebrate your imperfections,
Saying,
Wow,
Am I ever human?
You can treat your frailties with kindness.
You can be gentle with yourself and others.
You could run away.
Or you can see this as the work you need to do right now.
You could fight and rail against this.
Or you can work with these circumstances to see what's possible here and now.
You could stay thrashing in the sadness,
The anger,
The fear.
Or you can stop.
You can breathe.
You can praise who you are and all you do at least as often as you pick yourself apart.
You can practice the good thoughts,
The hopeful thoughts.
You can think of your flaws as moxie practice.
You can see you differently.
Look at yourself with love and tenderness.
Hold what needs work.
Hold your vulnerability,
Your humanity,
With the greatest care.
If it doesn't help,
If it doesn't work,
Try again in five minutes,
In an hour,
Tomorrow.
Life is hard.
Do your best.
Love yourself.
Love yourself.
And remember,
Pretty flowers come from shit.
Namaste.