I had always heard as a little girl, as I'm sure most of you did, that time moves more and more quickly the older you get. The thing is, they were right. It does. What they don't tell you is that the hardest part is not coping with the fast pace but making sure that you make it count. Savoring the right moments and letting go of the bitter ones, not letting them overshadow the good ones, the great ones even, like weeds in a garden that was once beautiful or at least had the potential to be.
The thing about a garden is, weeds are going to come. It's just a fact. All of the best gardens have had weeds in them. The most beautiful gardens are not beautiful by chance. They're beautiful because someone spends a lot of time tending to them, caring for them, working hard on them.
We're all a lot like gardens. We could grow anything we want to inside of ourselves. We could cultivate peace, joy, compassion... or we could let the bitterness sink deep into our roots and destroy everything that had been planted.
Don't let the weeds take over. Tend to yourself. Care for yourself. Work hard on yourself. You've got one garden. Make it beautiful.
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