We often hold on to people, to possessions because we find value in their presence. We deem them worthy, worthwhile, and sometimes priceless because they're associated with our name. But at what point do we realize that those collections are clutter, and that those so called "jewels" are junk? How heavy do our hearts have to be for us to be convinced that we have to lose the baggage? How long do our hearts have to be broken before we understand the need to save the greatest love for ourselves? I'm thoroughly convinced that it's not until we bleed that we realize we've been hurt; not until we call out, do we hear our own voices. If you are reading this right now, look down at your hands; are they bleeding? Look at your face; is it bruised? Listen to your heart; is it broken? If so, I think that it's time to drop that "jewel" honey. Give your wrists a break; it's time to let go!
-Kanika A. Vann
-Kanika A. Vann
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