It is one day at a time.
It is one tiny step at a time.
It’s being scared but reaching out your hand anyway because there is always, there will always be someone somewhere who will grasp that hand of yours.
And though you cannot expect someone to heal you, and fix you, and make you forget all the things that hurt you; because you must do that yourself.
Do not forget that this world loves you and needs you.
And the sun will mourn because there is one less person to shine upon.
And the trees will weep when you are no longer present to lounge in their shade.
And the ocean waves will rock restlessly because they will miss the way you admired them.
Everyone and everything exists just for you; just like you need to exist for everyone and everything.