You have to romanticize your life.
The small moments. When you smelled the rain on the grounds, when you had that first sip of tea, when the sunlight touched your skin making it warm and loved. When your parents shared a funny anecdote. When you slept in late.
The big moments. When your phone beeped saying the salary has been credited. When you realized for the first-time what job really makes you happy. When you had a date night that didn’t work out, or maybe did. When your sister had a baby.
You have to romanticize your life. The big, small and also the moments in between.
And who knows? Maybe the moment that is big for me, is small for you. What seems happy to me might be depressing to you.
I don’t know how these moments made you feel. But you do, right? So live them fully.
Acknowledge them. Whatever sucks, and what brings a smile. It’s all out tgere for you to grasp and conquer. Don’t let time pass away. Cherish them no matter what they brought to your life. Romanticize your life like a good novel, bittersweet yet worthy of reading, and hold it close. Document it however the hell you want. Become the chaos, ignoring the background noises of onlookers.
Breathe it all in and open your arms to all opportunities. Take the risks, please take the risks. It’s all worth it. Even if it shattered hearts and bonds, it is worth it.
You are worth ALL OF IT.