The words behind the moment
The Road Opens Ahead Of Us
A letter from Owen
I used to think new beginnings meant erasing everything that came before, but I understand now that the past is just the soil we plant the next thing in. We don't have to pretend the hard seasons didn't happen. We just have to stop living in them.
So here is to the version of us that is still being written, the one that doesn't flinch at the idea of joy. I don't need guarantees or maps. I just need the willingness to keep walking, and I think we have that between us, even now.