If you could go back in time and do things differently, you wouldn’t. Cause you only know better now in spite of the fact. You did your best with the capacity that you had. Growth is beautiful, and the scars and bruises that come with it are beautiful too. Wisdom comes at a cost. It doesn’t come any other way. It doesn’t come from books, I know that much now. Your practical and lived experiences are invaluable. You went through it for a reason. Your ideals are being shaped. You’re given direction. Scars heal. Life blossoms again, it always does.














