Eventually, you will worry about whatever is haunting you for the last time and you will not realize it is the last. Eventually, you will place down your fear and you will not pick it back it up. Eventually, what once was ritual will become routine. Eventually, you will stop feeling your phantom limbs, your thought-form afflictions. Eventually, what was once foreign will become familiar. Eventually, you will find yourself on the other side of doors you once only prayed would open. It will happen slowly, and then all at once. You do not have to instruct the flower on how to bloom. You do not have to will or affirm it into existence. You just have to arrange the environment so that growth is the inevitable outcome. You just have to allow it to do what it is designed to do at its deepest and most invisible levels. You do not have to feel deserving of a garden to have one, you just have to plant the seeds. It will happen, even if you are afraid that it will not. You will get there, even if you feel like you won’t. Things will be different, even if it seems as though they have always remained the same. You do not have to impose your will upon the outcome, you have to trust the process. You do not have to force a change, you have to engineer it phase by phase. You do not have to hope that things will be different, you just have to alter them in the quietest, most unsuspecting ways, and then continue. The horizon is your inevitable destination as long as you keep walking toward it. We do not fail unless we stop, or until we do. You don’t have to feel worthy. You don’t have to be certain. You don’t have to be without any fear or hesitation. You just have to keep going. You have to keep listening to the version of you that is waiting, that is calling to you from the other side.