This year I had to search into my sanctuary of inner strength, too many times. There were days I was sure it was wiped clean and as empty as a generous man’s pockets. And I was sure the end was upon me. As a matter of fact, too many days were like that, too many that I should have never accepted. But I did, and when I really accepted whatever struggle was barking at my tree, the outcome was twofold. Either it defeated me and I grabbed the remainder of my bearings and moved on. Or I squeezed the very last bit of inner strength out of me and I conquered it.
Wherever you are, accept your struggle to mould you for the better and always remember that you deserve to be here and this Universe is your home. ❤💜