We all have moments in our lives when we wanted to disappear, evaporate, when someone hurt us so much that it peeled us to the bone, when we stood motionless, ashamed with the thoughts that it's my fault, that I'm just different... That nakedness is devastating and when it smolders in the soul, it destroys everything we've ever been. Then we lose our identity, character, soul.
"Can a man with half a soul go to heaven"?
And maybe if we stopped and asked ourselves, am I the one who is to blame for everything? If only we had stopped then. They would understand that each of us is a person eager for understanding, acceptance, warm smiles and hugs; that we are all sinners and that there is nothing wrong with being different. If only we had realized it then, then at that moment. They would see that people who hurt us because of their insecurities do not deserve us as beings and that their words cannot hurt. That there are those who love us and that whoever wants to leave will leave. As long as we love ourselves and appreciate who we truly are, we can be happy, and then so can the people around us.
Grow with love not hate and you will blossom.
