Starting over used to terrify me. It felt like failure, because I wasn’t following a well-trodden past. It felt like everyone else around me were sorted, were going through traditional rites of passage whereas my path was so different. But one day, I realised starting over wasn’t an ending - it was an invitation. A chance to rewrite what had once been written for me, an opportunity to meander on a path of my creation - it did not have to be the same as everyone else. That realisation brought a comfort I didn’t expect.
Every new beginning came with fear, but also possibility. Starting over taught me resilience. It taught me that life isn’t linear and that change doesn’t mean you’ve lost your way - it means you’re finding it. I learned to embrace the unknown, to trust that new chapters often hold the healing old ones couldn’t provide. Starting over became a quiet kind of courage, one that reminded me I was allowed to evolve.
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