Accept and Move Forward

Today reminded me of a truth I had forgotten I am stronger than I ever thought. Life has its own rhythm it breaks, bends, and tests us, yet each trial builds an inner force no one else can see. I may carry countless unseen pieces within me, but those pieces are not my weakness they are my strength.

My former Head of the Department often said, “Comparison is the theft of joy.” Now I truly understand. Why should I compare my journey with anyone else’s? The earth never compares itself with the sky both exist in their own beauty. My life too is my own path, with its own lessons.

I have realized that life is not about control, it is about acceptance. Can I control the heavy rain? No. Can I command when flowers bloom? No. Can I decide the happiness of birds? Never. Like the earth, I must simply accept whether it is rain or sunshine, silence or song. Acceptance is not weakness it is wisdom. It gives us peace even in storms.

When pain strikes, I no longer fight against it. I remind myself this too shall pass. Standing still only keeps me trapped in yesterday’s shadows. The way out is simple move. Step forward, even when the ground feels shaky. Every step is healing. Every move is growth.

To anyone reading this please don’t remain in one place, tied to memories of sorrow. Just move. Flow with life like the earth embraces all seasons. The storms will fade, and new blossoms will come.

Today, I am proud of myself. I didn’t resist, I accepted. I didn’t stop, I moved. That is my strength, and that is my joy.

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  1. ArunaArunasalam 🖤✨September 19, 2025 at 10:05 PM

    Now my mind is free... Especially The line! Every step is healing😊 it's really good and heal everything.

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