To the ones who felt like they deserved the hurt

Pain in its darkness leaves scars that become patches of our survival from the horrifying nights. In our sorrow, life belies in its essence to repeat the same experience until we grasp the notion of what it is trying to teach us. As glorified as the light at the end of the tunnel is, sometimes the looms that the shadows of despair hold doom the very radiance and sanguinity that we hold in our hearts. Life in its amorous flair oscillates between the radiant rays of joy and the darkest pits of gloom. In between the highs and lows, we experience the being of our existence.

My heart hurts for those who cried under the shower for not feeling enough in their skin, I am sorry if someone made you feel ugly. I am sorry if someone broke your heart when all you did was love them. My heart hurts for those who looked in the mirror and concealed the wounds that were thrust on their skin by someone they loved. I am sorry that someone made you feel that you weren't worthy of love, I am sorry for all the pain and hurt that you endured that you did not deserve.

I hope you realize you are enough just the way you are, not when you achieve something or when you become successful. But you are worthy just because you are you.

You are beauty, you are magic, you are amazing.

Remember that

Love

Hridya