A Message from my ideal self…

Hey. I know you’re tired.

Tired of thinking, of comparing, of holding yourself together all the time.

I’m the one you’d be if you finally stopped apologising for surviving instead of performing. I don’t want to take anything from you — just put some weight down.

You’re allowed to feel grief without calling yourself weak. You’re allowed to feel anger without dressing it up in morals.

It’s time you understood: you don’t need reincarnation, you need rest. Not stagnation — rest.
So your head can finally catch up with your heart.

You’re not a fallen idealist.

You’re a human who refuses to quit before it feels real again.

And that, my friend, is the beginning — not the end.