We’re Never Getting the Old World Back. And That’s Okay.

We’re never getting the old world back.

And that’s okay.

I remember back when we could go to concerts, and sporting events, and conferences, and conventions, and scream out the joy of life.

I remember who we were and what we had, and what we didn’t even know we had.

I remember the joy of smiling with strangers.

I remember hugging friends, loved ones, acquaintances, trees, ourselves.

I remember dreaming and dreaming big.

I remember the universe inside us.

I remember love and the absence of fear.

I remember doing it together and being grateful to have each other.

We’re never getting the old world back. And that’s okay.

I know who we are.

Not the heart of today, but the heart of always.

I remember pain and choosing to live.

I remember choosing to never give up. Ever.

I know who we are and always will be.

Heart of a warrior, heart of a champion.

Feel the pain, and birth the new world.

You lived through this. You earned it.

You have earned the new world.

Birth the child of your new heart.

Birth the God in you.

Birth the new world each day with your choice to never give up.

Let the old world die and let it go forever.

I remember you, and everything you gave me.

I remember our choice to overcome. I remember the shared pain that we lessened.

I remember your heart, your smile, your laugh, and the strength they gave me.

I remember who we were and what we gave to get here.

I remember the me I saw in you.

We’re never getting the old world back. And that’s okay.