One day you'll see you were already enough.

There will be a day — maybe quietly, over coffee, or in the middle of doing something ordinary — when it hits you: you were enough all along.

Not after the degree. Not after the weight loss. Not after someone chose you. Already.

A wildflower growing out of a wall doesn't wait for a garden. It doesn't compare itself to the roses. It just blooms where it is, in the crack it was given, and it's beautiful.

You don't have to earn your place in the sun. You already have one. Some of us just take a long time to notice.