At the end of the day

At the end of the day, I hope you can say you chose happiness.
That you chose to find joy within the smaller, softer moments that tuged at your heartstrings.
That you did not wait for Friday, for next month, for Summer to go out and experience all of the beauty this world has to offer.

At the end of the day, I hope you can say you're proud of how hard you fought to become the best version of yourself.
That you unapoletically and courageously chose growth, chose healing - even on the days you did not know how, even on the days it hurt.

At the end of the day, I hope you can say you chose your life.
That you did not settle or conform or shrink yourself to fit into someone else's cage.
That you can boldly and loudly declare that you are and have always been the author of your story.

At the end of the day, I hope you can say you did your best.
That you relentlessly pursued your dreams and chased all that ignited something bright within your soul.
That you slammed yourself into the people and places, experiences and opportunities that were placed before you.
That you did not hold yourself back.
That you did not stand in your own way.
That you went all in and never looked back.

-- A.W.