accepting reality

I think letting go is getting easier. I’ve had good times before and will have them again. I’ve witnessed the cycle enough times to finally believe it. My memories are no longer distorted by what could’ve been. Finally accepting of what was and what is. It’s gonna be ok. It’s gonna be ok if chapters seem to end before they start. Or if my mind held space for fantasies that never got fulfilled. It’s ok to take the present as is. It’s ok to wish that outcomes would’ve turned out differently. It’s ok to grieve the life you imagined while simultaneously finding ways to enjoy life as it is.