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My bucket list does not consist of extravagant things.

Just let me learn to face my fears.

To own my faults.

And use my wings.

May i be mighty in ways that define strength by how many i have carried rather than how many times i have held back my tears?

May i aim to live small and to love big?

To lose myself in those everyday, mundane wonders that i will always choose to call miracles.

May i travel the world, from sea to sea, with the message of hope?

And healing.

And brave, new beginnings.

May my words echo in canyons?

And mountains. And wild, flowing rivers.

But may i, too, remember that everyone is at a different place on their journey and adjust my compassion accordingly.

May i gather up the lonesome and build them a relationship of Belonging

And safety.

And the long-awaited peace their souls have spent years hunting for

And if i may allow me this.

To be just a portion of the kind of light that trickles in and changes everything.🫠