The rare ones don't just touch your story.
They pull on parts of you you didn't know still made music. And sometimes they don't even know what they've done.
It wasn't gentle. It felt like being dragged through the desert by a wild horse with a shitty attitude. Disorienting. Painful. Impossible to stop — and impossible to explain to anyone who hadn't felt it.
But something was happening underneath the chaos.
I understand now that it was an honor. Not the kind that feels good in the moment — the kind that changes the shape of you. I paid a price for that. But looking back, it was the best bargain I ever made.
Whoever pulls on the strings you forgot you had dragged you toward the person you were always meant to be.
And that's where the real beauty lives. In the strings of your soul.
There is beauty even in the hard things.
Healing · Love · Philosophy · The Inner Life
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Some people pull on parts of you you didn't know still made music.
It wasn't gentle. It felt like being dragged through the desert by a wild horse with a shitty attitude.
But I understand now — it was an honor. The kind that changes the shape of you.
I paid a price. But it was the best bargain I ever made.
And that's where the real beauty lives. In the strings of your soul.
There is beauty even in the hard things.
@tabo66