dear people of the past

i sometimes find myself dreaming about people from my past at night, mostly people from my old school.

it frustrates me, but it makes sense since the ages of 10 to 16 are formative years and for a while, i considered most of these people around me to be almost like family, well it wasn’t fully because i had a choice, i spent almost 11 hours a day at school each day, monday to friday.

i usually think of myself as a nostalgic person and especially in the past few years i’ve struggled with letting go of the past, but today after looking at old photographs, i found myself being unbelievably grateful and even relieved. i am at a point in my life where i wouldn’t ever choose to go back to how things were. over the past year, i’ve come such a long way and i often tell my friends that it almost feels like a curtain has been lifted. recently, it feels like i’ve fully shifted into a new world, a new universe and into a new (yet divinely familiar) way of being. i spent so much time working on deconditioning myself from shame, limiting beliefs and i fought hard to crawl out of boxes i was shoved into by society. i am finally embracing my limitless, infinite and vibrant existance.

every person, every experience and every chapter from my past has made me the person i am today. and i know i am not the first person to state that i wouldn’t change a single thing that happened, because it has shaped me into who i am now.

looking back and finding that there isn’t a single person i long to reconnect to, feels like peace.

it makes me feel excited and grateful for all of the people i have yet to meet,

all of the connections that have not yet made their full way to me.

i send the people from my past so much love,

i hold tiny fragments of each of them in my heart somewhere.

but i’ve stored them away, and made sure there’s new space for light to flow in today.