When I ask you to name your first love, I’m hoping you eagerly say your own. Imagine how beautiful it would be if your heart was proud of itself?
If it remembered that the Universe gave up time with the moon and sun to create you from its celestial pieces. All this magic, just so you can be here. So love yourself and be here exactly the way you want to be. Make art wherever the color strikes you, dance into full bloom to your own rhythm, and hold on to whatever shakes the inner workings of your soul. Don’t ponder over the mess life may have created because you were born from the chaos of this world. Turn your energy into everything you wish to weave as the Universe has done with you.
So when I ask you of your first love, I hope you whisper yours to the world.