You don’t have to be complete to be beautiful.

You are art in motion.

The unfinished sketch.
The brushstroke that wobbles.
The poem with a missing line.

Even the mess is part of the masterpiece.

You are not waiting to become worthy.

You are worthy in the becoming.

There is holiness in the draft.

In the scribbles.
In the pauses.

In the places where you’re still figuring it out.

Is not the paper just as holy as the pen?

Both are needed to write the story.

You are the canvas and the artist.
The moment and the memory.

You don’t need to be done to be divine.

You just need to keep creating.