Next time I make the coffee,
I'll try pouring a teaspoon of honey in it
Or a pinch of cinnamon.

I like it when it smells like cinnamon.
Cinnamon reminds me of the autumn,
And what a beautiful coincidence it is
That autumn has just begun.

Next time I walk to the bus station in the morning,
I'll purposely try to stay present in the moment
And look for beautiful things on my way.
I call it, looking for the hearts.

Next time I sit on my terrace,
I'll try to take one more relaxing breath
From the stomach.

I'll remind myself that I'm safe
And I'm not my fears or sabotaging thoughts.
They're learned, because I needed to survive.

Now when I managed to do that,
I need lovely thoughts, because I'm alive.

Next time I'm triggered to look for facial expressions
Or the way someone breathes,
To recognize on time
If they're mad at me or just don't like me,
I'll look for those hearts in them
I mentioned earlier.

Next time I try to scare myself
Because I'm not used to peace and love,
I'll put my hand on my stomach and chest
And say with all my heart:
I see you. I love you. I'm right here with you.

And next time someone tries to love me
And look for the hearts in me,
I won't stand in their way.

As I learned to love myself
And I deserve someone to love me as well.

You guys, I think it's going to be fine,
This short journey we're on,
And that we call life.