I admire you.
You, who dares to stray from what others expect of you.
Who listens to the murmurs and calls of your own heart.
I admire your faith.
You maintain a belief in unseeable notions, even when life tries to deter you.
You take risky leaps in service of what matters to you.
You’re in it for the long road, which is sometimes rocky and treacherous in the middle.
Still, you press on.
You don’t settle.
Even when people say that you should.
You know you deserve better. You know everyone deserves better.
You iterate, you journal, you make art, you contemplate.
You seek communion with yourself, your purpose, your something-bigger-than-you.
You show up.
You step into cafes where you know no one, uncertain of what you’ll find there.
You reach out, you ask, knowing that you might hear, “No.”
You wear your favorite shirt, stand taller, roll your shoulders back.
Even when all you want to do is go home and nestle yourself beneath a blanket with a book.
You dare to show us who you are.
You dare to detail how you feel.
And you don’t always know if we’ll offer you the compassion you need.
I admire you, and I am grateful for you, and for people like you.
You make it worthwhile to be in the world.
And absorbed conversations,
With people like you.
That is what fans the flame of my well-lived life.