The Music

I hope you know how precious you are. I hope you find the courage to go. Go far away from those who choose not to see you. I hope you know how loveable you are. How your smile lights up the room, and how you give hope to those who are lost. I hope you know that you are not the problem. You are the solution. You are the reason for being. The purpose.

I hope you don’t let them harden you. That you continue to allow yourself to give, to open, to stretch. Stretch your soul as wide as it goes and let all the beauty in. I hope you continue to soften, now matter how critical they become. Softening and strengthening at the same time, for this is the only way to live, to love.

I hope you find a way to back to yourself. Back to the You that you know and love, not the you that they can’t see, won’t see. I hope you go out and show the world your brightest self; that you understand the tragedy of your hiding. I hope you never give in to the ways of this world; the ways that tell us we’re dreaming too big, feeling too much, and doing too little. I hope you see that the less you try, the more you will gain.

I hope you stop trying to control your life, that you stop grasping for a shadow of you that no longer exists. I hope you let yourself fall apart, the way you’ve envisioned for so long but have never had a reason to do, except for that you needed to.

I hope you find yourself in a puddle of tears because you’ve had enough courage to break your own heart, to a point where it feels unfixable. And to do it in a way that makes you come alive. In a way that makes your heart roar and your soul rise; up, up from the swampy depths of your being.

I hope you let yourself crawl when everyone else runs. That you allow yourself to be right where you are, because even when you’re completely fucked up, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

I hope that you scream and cry and throw tantrums, and that you never apologize for them, knowing they were necessary for you to truly be alive. I hope that you let yourself get breathless, especially when deemed inappropriate. And when you lose your breath, I hope you take as long as you need to catch it.

I hope you learn to love all parts of yourself, including the messy parts. Especially the messy parts. I hope you will allow yourself to be a walking shit show. Without explanation, without apology, without regret.

I hope that you give less fucks. Not in a way that hides your values, but in a way that strengthens them. That lets everyone else know that you are unfuckwithable. I hope you beat against your drum so loudly that people know not to question you. I hope your music matches your soul so closely that close loses its meaning. I hope you become your music.

I hope you know that no matter how unseen you feel, I see you. I feel you. I love you.