Second chance

 From Ancestral healing

A second chance isn't a free pass.

It's someone looking at the mess you made, the

tears they cried, the trust you smashed, and still

deciding you're worth one more try. That's not

normal. That's sacred. That's the kind of

forgiveness most people never get in a lifetime.

If somebody hands you that, you don't just say

"thank you" and go back to your old ways.

You get on your knees (not literally, but close) and

you do the hardest thing you'll ever do: you look at 

exactly how you broke them and you swear, on 

everything you have, never to do it again.

This time you don't talk about change.

You become it.

You show up early, you answer the text, you keep

the promise even when it's not convenient, you sit

with the discomfort instead of running from it.

Every single day you prove, with actions, not

words, that their crazy faith in you wasn't wasted.

Because second chances are made of glass.

One lazy lie, one old habit, one "I'll fix it later," and

it shatters for good. And when it does, it's not

because they stopped loving you. It's because 

they finally ran out of hope to give.

So if you're lucky enough to be standing in the

ruins and they still reach out for your hand, grab it like

it's the last lifeboat on earth.

Then spend the rest of your life making sure they

never regret it.