My dear,

Show me an old soul who has lived without scars and I will show you a liar.

Life is not this thing that’s supposed to keep you happy, and sane, and pretty – it’s supposed to throw you against the walls, make your heart jump up and sink down, and scar you as much as possible.

Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn’t do it better.

Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.

Life is the seed within you, in order for you to properly feel it you must let it destroy you.

Falsely yours,
Florida Pier Scott-Maxwell