Little Nocturne of Self-Worth
To all the nightly creatures who have been wounded
“Why, dear wanderer in the dark, do you permit the world, cold and indifferent, to brand your worth on your heart, when only you can truly decipher the mysterious symbols etched into your soul that induce the intoxicating pleasure of pure joy? Amidst the clamoring din of societal norms and hushed demands, there is a rhythm, a haunting melody, that is distinctly yours, spiraling out from the deepest recesses of your spirit.
This is a power entrusted solely to you, the capability to discern your worth free from the world’s cold scales and oppressive yardsticks. Why then, would you allow the faceless multitude to scrawl your value? Would you let the world drown your melody, turning it into a discordant dirge, bereft of its original charm?
It is my most fervent hope that this shadowy woven mesh of words, intricately intertwined in the loom of compassion and understanding, serves not as a mere composition, but a lighthouse in the stormy seas of judgement. A beacon guiding you away from the treacherous cliffs of external validation into a sanctuary of introspection. An invitation to a discourse with your own soul, a silent yet resonating conversation that promises revelations buried deep within the catacombs of your heart.
Let this solemn testament light the path that spirals inward, towards a moment of calm introspection and vibrant self-realization. A moment where you comprehend that your worth is a kaleidoscope of characteristics and experiences, desires and aspirations, all knitted into the magnificent tapestry that is you. A moment where you realize that only you hold the power to decipher the ingredients that fan the embers of joy within your soul.
In the end, my dear wanderer, I yearn for this piece to serve as a soft echo in the dark, a hushed encouragement in your ear, a reminder that the power to perceive and actualize your joy rests solely within your grasp. That the world should not, and does not hold the reins to define your worth or steal your joy. Your worth is not a parroted decree of societal whims, but a resounding chorus that ascends from the symphony of your existence.”
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