It’s pretty subtle. One morning, you wake up, and your chest doesn’t feel so heavy anymore. You can’t really place the moment it happened, but you feel it, a lightness in your heart. You remember how easy it is to breathe.
A piece of self is gone, but maybe you fill that space with something you love doing. Perhaps you make a new friend. If you’re lucky, you fill it with radical acceptance, a deep knowing of Self—the light, the dark, and everything in between.
Out of suffering, may you find peace, purpose, and the Hero always within you.
I woke one morning to find the heaviness in my chest was gone. It felt good to hear the sound of my own laughter; it felt good to be home.
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