Our relationship with life is
shaped by our willingness to trust. It depends on whether we’ve grown to meet
life with an open heart – or if we’ve kept it closed, hidden away to avoid hurt
and harm. Hurt people often build walls around themselves. Safe people keep
inviting others in. They keep setting the table for kindred souls, seeking
similarities, shared truths, and common ground with everyone they meet. There’s
no right or wrong in either of these mindsets. Yet both reveal how life can mould
us when we don't meet it with awareness.
Everything begins to make sense
the moment we’re willing to dive into someone’s story – when we listen with
sincerity, honesty, and transparency. When we do, we often realize how deeply
we can relate. We are more alike than we think when it comes to facing loss,
love, pain, and triumph.
The difference lies in the bounce-back
time – π½ππ
πππΎπΈπππ
ππ’ππ
ππΎπππΎππ
ππ
πππ
ππ
ππ»
ππ½πΆπ
πΏπππ
π½πΆπ
π
ππππΉ.
In other words: how attached we’ve become to the story we keep telling
ourselves about who we are.
Yes, different situations carry
different weight. We each have unique strengths and wounds. We’re shaped by
culture, family patterns, the beliefs of our time. But across generations and
geographies, some truths remain: loss hurts, and love makes us bloom.
When that’s said, it becomes
clear that our story is shaped by what we lean into the most. When we focus on
hardship, we get tuned to drawing more of it in. When we fixate on hurt, we can
end up idolizing our wounds.
And yet – everything eventually bends.
Not to fear.
Not to force.
But to the quiet, unwavering pull of love.
Love doesn’t seek to fix. It
seeks to witness. It sees everything, feels everything, welcomes everything. It
looks for blessings in the chaos. It reminds you of your strength. It holds you
in a space that doesn’t isolate or condition, but simply invites you in. It
asks you:
π²π½πΆπ πππππΉ
π½πΆπ
π
ππ
πΎπ»
πππ
ππππΈππππΉ
πππππππ½πΎππ?
π²π½πΆπ
πππππΉ
π½πΆπ
π
ππ
πΎπ»
πππ
πππππππΉ
πππππ
ππππππ
π·π
πππΆππΎππ
πΎπππ
ππππ?
What would happen if you treated every storm as an invitation – to know
yourself more deeply, to soften, to surrender, to love you more, to come home
to who you truly are?
Love teaches us to see more clearly, not to fight harder. It
reveals the soul behind the emotion.
It doesn’t negotiate or demand. It doesn’t try to make you more right, only
more free.
When you welcome everything, you become invincible. When you
stop casting blame outward and instead turn inward to nurture what’s wounded,
love becomes your way through. Because…
πΏπππ πΉππππ’π
ππππππΎππ
– πΎπ
πππππ.
πΏπππ πΉππππ’π
ππππππΎπΆππ
– πΎπ
πππ·ππΉπΎππ.
πΏπππ πΉππππ’π
π»ππΆπ
– πΎπ
ππππππ.
πΏπππ πΉππππ’π
π»πππΈπ
– πΎπ
ππ
πππ.
And this is why, even the storms bow to love.
_____________________________________________
May peace be with you.
♡ Hele
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