I am slowly learning what it means to be human.
I am slowly learning how to forgive the past. How
to accept that sometimes beautiful things end, that
sometimes the timing isn’t right, that sometimes the
messiness of life gets in the way. I am slowly learning
that endings aren’t something to be upset about, but
rather, I am slowly learning how to appreciate how
damn lucky I was to experience something real and
hopeful and light in a world that sometimes fails to
be soft.
I am slowly learning how to be alone, I am slowly
learning how to wake up in the middle of the bed. How
to make just one cup of coffee in the mornings. How
to hold my own heart, how to take up my own space. I
am slowly learning how to stop filling voids with other
human beings, and instead, I am slowly learning how
to confront the void itself. How to heal it.
I am slowly learning what it means to be human.
What it means to make mistakes and learn from them.
What it means to be both happy and sad at the same
time. I am slowly learning how to do the damn work.
How to stop running from what is heavy and uncom-
fortable in my life. How to take the easy route less and
less. How to grow myself, how to be a better person.
Autumn 