Anchor yourself to the earth, unwavering and resolute; root deeply into ancient soil, and let the voice of your spirit rise, unfettered by the chains of fear or doubt. Gather the venomous arrows meant to pierce your beautiful heart, the inward demons hurled at your precious soul, and forge them into the armor of your being, a shield born from your inner fire. Become the pure essence of your truest self, the one you were always meant to become, overflowing with a love so vast it could engulf the heavens. And grow sweet soul, grow, endlessly, boundlessly, until you outgrow every past incarnation of self, reaching ever closer, ever higher, into the vastness of your true destiny.