The lesson is to love yourself. To forgive yourself. To stop giving more than you have. To stop expecting too much from people. To find a way to live in light of your mistakes and preconceptions of love. To be open to what the future presents. To allow things to flow and fall. To break, crash, crumble. To rebuild. The lesson is to never undervalue the importance of self love. And, until you have mastered that, at least in part, to stay away from the things that damage you. I think I have finally understood where some of my pain has come from. I’m ready to move on. I’m ready for my next lesson.
This tiny octopus, whose body measured about five centimeters across, was spotted swimming along at a depth of 825 meters as we explored Whiting Seamount, off Puerto Rico.
How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden.