When was the last time you felt devastated? Last night? Today at the breakfast table? Or maybe during the last ride home? Did you feel like a huge mess? Did you want to kill yourself? Did you want to suffocate your senses down?
I guess it happens to everyone. It happens to me, and I know it happens to you too. It’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed about it. We all die a little every day. We all kill a little every day. Dying is an indispensable part of life, I’ve learned.
Go for it. So what if you look a little ugly? Buy that dress that shows off your collarbones. So what if you get dark circles? Go finish that half read novel. So what if you’re broke? Go eat that burger with extra cheese. So what if you have a bad voice? Go sing that song aloud. Because what if the part of you that’s living today dies tomorrow?
Today was a bad day. But tomorrow will be better. You may ask me how I’m so sure about it. That’s because I like to believe that whatever happens, does for a reason. And if things are meant to be, they will be. Go cry your heart out, no one’s judging you. Go send that reckless text, no one’s stopping you. Go walk that extra mile, for you’re only what you think yourself to be.
So my dear, when was the last time you felt devastated? Today? Yesterday? During that last conversation? Doesn’t matter. You’re going to feel devastated yet again. You’re going to die yet again. You’re going to kill yet again. But never kill the parts of you that you can’t live without. Devastated is beautiful. For the last time I checked, broken crayons still colour.