Finding peace doesn’t mean that you don’t feel things like anger and fear anymore. It means acceptance. It means accepting that it’s okay to be angry and scared. It means accepting that all your feelings are valid. It means allowing yourself to feel freely. It means accepting that the world is still beautiful no matter how flawed it is, and so are you. It means understanding that it’s okay if you’re not who you want to be yet because you have the rest of your life ahead of you to grow. It means being patient, understanding and generous to everyone including yourself. It means letting go and holding on at the same time. It means many different things to different people, and that’s okay. Finding peace isn’t really about “finding” peace. It’s about searching, discovering, learning, trying, failing, succeeding and failing again, loving. It’s about simply being.
Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah