💜💜💜 The street, the way of the soul, is lined with gravestones—past versions of SELF, dead and buried.

And during a soul's time here, the hope is to be loved, seen and heard. But we believe we have not been chosen because of all that happens to us. Farthest from the truth.

We knock on the wrong iron gates, thinking we are being kept out because WE DO NOT BELONG. But the soul knows that we are not meant to be here —it would destroy us and being kept out is being kept safe to continue on our road meant for us. NOT shackled to someone else's chains.