Kiana

Dear Kiana’s existence,

Your worth is not aligned with your ability (or inability) to keep up. You don’t have to keep up, either, and whoever told you to “keep up because that’s how the world runs” is one big existential lie. Unlearn keeping up. Re-learn listening to yourself: your quips, your longings, your mind. Re-learn watching yourself: your quirks and your gestures.

I know it is so silly to write this, knowing how much of a stress-filled ball you are in every single waking moment, but seriously, let go of everyday annoyances that get at your mind because IT DOESN’T MATTER. What matters is you’re here now, no matter how hippie shamanic shit that may sound, and that you are breathing and existing.

There’s been so much “projection” and “compensation” going on with your friends, relatives, elders, loved ones, all of them. Knowing and seeing this in real, live action stresses you out, but you remember the importance of letting things run their course so you let them be. Letting them be means not letting them get to you with their boarded-up, neon-lit signs of Who You Should Be in their minds. Be calm, loosen your grip, let go.

Lastly, to Kiana’s physical existence: Thank you for taking care of yourself. For finding the littlest bit of time to stay hydrated and fed, despite the darkness lurking in your spacetime existence. It makes a huge difference, so thank you thank you thank you for holding up and powering through. I’m grateful.

Love,
Kiana ♦