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unknownmystery08 · 22 days
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i don’t know who needs to hear this today, but
you can always start again
you can change your mind
it won’t be always like this
your worth doesn’t depend on your looks
your character is what matters the most about you
you deserve to be seen
you still have time to figure things out, some people just pretend they did
your best is your best and sometimes it varies
you matter too
you need you, always remember this
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unknownmystery08 · 22 days
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Look For The Light
Some days life feels so hopeless. The end of the world. I will never get over this. Yet on better days, I remember. Life doesn't have to be an overarching dream to something. It can be beautiful moments throughout the course of your everyday life.
I got moved up into an Brazilian jiu-jitsu adults class as a white belt-16 year old-5'0-teenage girl. I missed my friends. But, I'm good with adults and adapting to new environments. Yet, there was one day that got the best of me. I was sparring with a brown belt-grown woman. She put me in a triangle leg choke. Due to my previous experiences, with triangle leg chokes I was able to wiggle my way out of them. Not this time. I attempted to wiggle, and I heard a pop in my neck and I tapped. I got up starting walking away with my vision clouding with stars and tears. I get to the wall, I try to deep breath it out. I walk off the mat. My coach asks what's wrong and I excuse myself for a moment. It was my first injury. Anyway, he had excused me to sit on the side of the mat and just observe sparring. A woman I had been partners with these last coming weeks, was sitting with me. I still had tears running down my cheeks. No loud sobbing. It was a bad day already for me, and I was conditioned my whole childhood, I couldn't cry. That led to me never crying. As I was sitting on the mat, I just let myself cry. My partner then had tried starting conversation with me, I kept it short just because I didn't want to make my voice turn shaky or hoarse. She didn't like my short answers and she had asked questions that required longer answers. Soon enough we were sharing girlhood stories about bleeding through our pants. And then there I was, and tears weren't staining my cheeks any longer. Class ended soon after that. I left hastily as my father was waiting in the parking lot. I never told that woman thank you. After a month after that incident I took a break from Jiu-Jitsu. Not because of that, just I didn't quite have the motivation for it. That sounds pathetic now. But, not the moral of the story.
Life can feel so hopeless at times. But humanity will really show you that it is not. That woman didn't have to comfort me that night. She could've given up when I was short with her. If you are in a dark place, look for the light. Such as situations like this. Feel free to make this thread a place to share, light moments.
I love you all.
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