While you try to become the best version of yourself

While you try to become the best version of yourself, Insecurity infiltrates, an unbeaten foe that embraces confidence, And you list potential falls before even stepping onto the open road. Every deed is stitched with the thread of this somber foreboding. Yet, if you know how each scar quietly whispers to you its own tale, A story of how much it bled, how much pain there was when it was still a fresh wound. And which bold paths you have taken toward healing, what battles you had to fight. It's not easy to step out of the frame of your comfort, from your arches of safety. But when the stars align, they conspire as if yearning to show you a universe Where you are meant to shine – accept everything with grace, let chance follow its course. For if you don't, the print of regrets will be one that will never fade. To receive the stars and the threads of fate, even when they are entwined, Even when fears seem swifter than your choices. Gather all your scars, each a mark placed on the map of your own galaxy. Leave from yourself a beacon, a lighthouse deep in the unknown to which you inevitably head.