Not every sunrise is golden,
Sometimes it rises behind clouds,
Muted,
Messy,
But it rises anywhere,
Just like you.
We weren't made to be perfect,
We were made to be whole.
And wholeness isn't light without dark,
It's learning to dance with both.
Some mornings you'll wake up full of peace,
Other mornings you'll feel heavy,
Unsure,
Even a little lost.
That doesn't mean you're broken,
It means you're human,
You're yin and yang,
Soft and fierce,
Tender and wild.
There is a storm inside you,
Yes,
But there is also the sky that holds it.
We live in a world obsessed with light.
Stay positive,
Be high vibe,
Don't let them see your struggle,
But here's the truth.
You don't need to exile your shadows to be worthy of the sun.
Your sadness isn't failure,
Your anger isn't shameful,
Your fear isn't weakness,
They are messengers,
Teachers.
Parts of you still longing to be held.
Look around,
Nature doesn't run from contrast.
The moon has nights it shows up fully,
And nights it shows only a silver.
And it's still the moon,
The tides move in and out,
The seed cracks open so the tree can rise.
So why do we expect ourselves to be constant?
Why do we judge the part of us that simply needs space to breathe?
I remember once,
Sitting alone in my car after a difficult conversation.
On the outside I was calm,
But inside I was a storm.
Old wounds had been touched,
Parts of me I thought I had outgrown,
Came roaring back.
I felt like I had failed.
But then something softened,
I placed my hand on my chest and said,
Even this is part of me,
And in that moment I didn't need to fix anything,
I just needed to see it.
That's when everything shifted,
Because the moment you stop fighting your darkness,
You stop fighting the world.
The people you struggle to understand,
Often just mirrors of the pieces of you still waiting to be loved.
So today isn't about fixing yourself,
It's about seeing yourself,
Entirely.
The anger,
The joy,
The grief,
The power,
All of it,
Worthy,
Beautiful,
Necessary.
You're the full spectrum of experience,
Not just edited version.
So breathe in,
Not just to calm the storm,
But to hold it.
Breathe in for the parts of you that feel too much,
Too loud,
Too tender,
Too different.
And breathe out any shame,
That told you,
You had to be one thing to be loved.
The truth,
The light in you is brighter because you've known darkness,
Not in spite of it.
The compassion you carry,
Comes from your pain.
The love you offer,
Was once what you longed for.
This is how you begin to see the world differently,
Not with judgement,
But with the eyes of someone who understands.
Here's your morning mantra.
I welcome all of me.
I embrace the contrast.
I see the world through the same gentle eyes.
Let's repeat that softly again,
As if whispering it to the child inside you,
Who thought they had to be perfect.
I welcome all of me.
I embrace the contrast.
And I see the world through the same gentle eyes.
You weren't made to be perfect light.
You were meant to be the whole sky.
So walk into today,
Not in denial,
But in radical acceptance.
There is no part of you unworthy of your love.
And there is no part of life too messy for your grace.
That's freedom,
That's healing,
That's wholeness.
And tomorrow we'll rise again,
Not to become someone else,
But to remember who we already are.
