Diatomaceous earth and the fosterers

 As my final act of love, I'll never reach out again. But I will become everything I told you I would.

A heartbreak is either a graveyard or a garden and I choose not to waste this pain. It will become fuel for the foundation.

I shall rise again. I shall build every dream I wrote down but never worked on. I will not get revenge. I will get a return on my time.

The energy I once spent trying to be understood will now be invested in becoming undeniable.

What was meant to bury me has become my building ground. What wounded me has awakened me.

One day the life I am building will tell the story better than my words ever could.

Neither will I wait for closure or apologies. Progress has become my closure. Success will become my soothing.

The only person I owe an apology to is the version of me I nearly missed out on. But I am on my way. To becoming.

To completion.

Some breakups don't break us. They set us free.

They remove the distractions that kept us delaying our potential.

I am not disoriented. I am redirected.

What feels like an ending is often God's way of creating enough space for a new beginning.

( Benjamin Zulu Global