Holy human

Sometimes you have to unravel.
Pull the string of the nasty, ugly, dirty bits and pull and pull and pull until you get to the bottom.
(To the root.)
Only then can you begin to examine and learn, to dive in, to go deeper.

Only then can you begin to truly understand how to put yourself back together. To build a stronger foundation.
A foundation with fewer loose strings to tug on; fewer dark and dirty bits.

The things that make you break, that make you feel weak, they are only waiting. Waiting to teach you, to show you your own strength, to help you grow.

Your ‘weaknesses’ and ‘faults’ don’t make you any less whole, any less perfect.
(We all have them.)
They are your teachers, and they make you human. (We are all human.)
They give you that itch to tug, to dig deeper.
That itch to learn from your mistakes, to learn from your unseemly sides, and grow.
Bigger, taller, stronger, better.
I am not perfect.
(And that is okay.)
You are not perfect.
(And that is okay.) I promise to hold you, to lift you up.
In the good times, the great times, but especially in the times where you begin to unravel.
(I promise, I got you.)
And then, when it’s all done, I will stand in awe as you rise up, dust yourself off, and put yourself back together again.
(Wholly human.)

You are undeniably human: beautiful, flawed, unraveling, growing, learning, failing, succeeding, infinite.

(Holy human.)
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Why would you ever want to be anything else?