For when life is both too much and not enough.
Beautiful. Messy. Heart-wrenching. Unfinished.
May you hold it all—the joy, the ache, the absurdity.
A life that makes no sense, yet somehow fits.
Both a masterpiece and a disaster, all at once.
May you wake up to the wild contradiction of it—
The way sorrow and laughter intertwine,
How love and loss hold hands,
How you can be both deeply content and aching for more.
May you learn to sit with the tension,
to breathe through the uncertainty,
to trust that even the undone parts belong.
Because even in the chaos, even in the cracks,
there is something sacred here.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.
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