You’re six years old and someone calls you ugly or fat, and that’s your first scar. Reality breaks into your house and tells you that your mother’s words aren’t the truth once you walk out of that roof; the girl next to you doesn’t want to be your friend because she doesn’t like the way your hair looks; and the boy doesn’t want to play tag with you because he thinks you run too slow.
Then you’re 16 and the boy you first loved decided to pick up his things, take parts of you, and leave. He was never heard from again, so, you go out and try to find him in everyone else you meet. In strangers, you try to find comfort, and in friends, you live under pretense.
Suddenly, you’re in your 20s without a sense of direction. Both the boys who didn’t choose you don’t mean much anymore when you’ve lost yourself. Maybe you should have majored in business during college, or maybe you should have chose a different career path than the one you’re on now; and when you look at your bank account, it’s emptier than your wallet. You wonder if everyone you pass in the streets are in the same boat, sailing in the same rocky seas. And then, you tell yourself it’s too late.
But, it’s never too late to start over. Half of us are trying to figure out what we’re meant to do in this life, and the other half know what they’re meant to do but not how. Each day is a stepping stone, it’s an opportunity to start. Despite past mistakes, wounds, and regrets, the Earth is still spinning, and you too will move along with it. Growth is never postponed until tomorrow, you can start now.
It is never too late to heal and start again.
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