“Your longing isn’t a flaw. It’s the echo of what you’re meant to remember.”
Longing is misunderstood.
It’s often painted as lack. As desperation. But longing, when seen rightly, is holy.
It’s the part of you that still remembers Eden. The self that knows what life *could* feel like — and is brave enough to want it.
When you stop shaming your longing, it becomes fuel. It shows you what’s next. It clarifies the fog. It moves your feet forward.
Let yourself want. Let yourself ache a little. That ache is sacred. It means your spirit is still listening.
Place a hand on your chest and say gently: ‘It’s okay to want more.’ Feel the tenderness behind your desires. Let it be soft, not shameful.
Write down one thing you’ve longed for but felt embarrassed to admit. Read it out loud — without judgment.
Cleo M. “For years, I thought wanting more meant I wasn’t grateful. But naming my longing helped me stop numbing it. Now it feels like a compass, not a curse.”
What you long for is already reaching for you.