Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Light At The End of The Tunnel

There will always be times when insecurities hit us right where it hurts the most.
Where you think that you're not good enough, not pretty enough and you start comparing yourself to others. And you feel your self-esteem slowly start slipping away, bit by bit, pieces by pieces. 
You need someone to make this feeling go away, someone to love you and say you're beautiful and you desperately hang on to the hope that someday, that someone will come along and say the right words and do the right things.

You know that comparing yourself with others is damaging you and you're different from them, everyone's different, but you can't seem to stop yourself from doing it. And in the process, you keep getting hurt, wounded, injured. Like a person addicted to drugs, you're addicted to comparing, pushing yourself further below till you sink so deep that you plunge into darkness.

And then, a light appears and a hand reaches in to grab you. Suddenly, you remember the hope that you once held on to. Someone has come to save you. You feel lifted and as you stare into that someone's face, you notice the darkness fleeting away. The darkness is gone now, all that's left is a bright light. You feel good about yourself, beautiful even. 
"Take my hand and walk with me" he says.
As both of you enter the light, a feeling of relief, hope and anticipation fills you as you finally understand that you are special and you can be loved just like everyone else. 

You can be loved,
Just the way you are.  

Till then,

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