I Found My Soul
- Tony Moen
- Jan 5
- 1 min read
If I am remembered when I take my final breath,
May it be that I loved even when it was foolish.
Is it courage, or insanity in choosing love anyway?
To choose love, even when it's not polished, but it shows up...tired, scarred, and yet still open. To choose love, even when our hearts have been torn and tattered from being taken advantage of...but still it stays kind and present, even when easier to harden. To choose love, even at risk of being misunderstood, mischaracterized, or even mistreated by others...because the alternative is to live half-alive.
Loving yourself with a full heart does not mean loving recklessly or without consideration. It translates to being intentional, and knowing that even when choosing self-love costs you comfort, certainty, or applause it still shapes and reflects in the world you grow in those cleared spaces around you.
At the end of it all, we aren’t measured by how well we protected ourselves from feeling things. We are remembered by how deeply we allowed ourselves to care, how honestly we lived, and whether we stayed aligned with our values when it mattered most...when love mattered most.
If loving openly is foolish, then let that be written plainly on my face, because a life rooted in fear leaves no echo...but a life rooted in love leaves an imprint long after my breath is gone.
🪬💙🙏
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