| strength (feminine noun) | /fɔʀs/
Heartache exists in a vacuum. In times of pain, I cannot be consoled with memories of heartaches past. You’ve seen it all before. Isn’t it funny how that works? After all, why do painful experiences exist if not to teach us a lesson?
Since traveling, I’ve had no shortage of valuable experiences. Some are as trivial as learning how to improvise with what little food we have in our pantry. I’ve learned to make goat cheese tarts with tuna and tomato, homemade honey vinaigrette, and how to incorporate crème fraiche into nearly any recipe. Some lessons are more serious: Learn to speak your mind…but not too much. How many times have I cursed my stupid mouth? Never become completely dependent on any individual. You never know when they’ll leave. Revel in your own thoughts and daydreams. Read lots of books. They’re the most effective form of therapy I’ve found. Love yourself, and live unapologetically.
And some lessons, well, I’ll never learn.
I see myself broken time and time again like a foolish child that continues to reach for a hot stove even after she’s been burnt. But I swear to you, I regret nothing. Because if nothing else, these experiences have taught me to survive.