We are hard on ourselves. We can consistently push our bodies and minds, and put others first and strive for compassion and integrity in our lives. But we often forget ourselves. Or we are forced into hyper-independence that makes us long for the care or validation of someone else. We are often told by the very people we love that we are not enough.
What do we do? We take responsibility for ourselves and the power of our words. We love everything a little bit more knowing it will not last. If time is subjective, we decide to perceive the details of a moment. We start to see that some light only reaches us because something got in the way. We realize that others being incapable of meeting us even some of the way, or providing the intimacy we crave does not deem us too much, but having higher resonance that requires an equivalent match. We realize that we are the protagonist of an exciting, wild life story. Our silence and space becomes intentional, and our moments of fragility elegant. We find forgiveness for all that we see wrong in ourselves, and realize that acceptance only comes when we stop fighting reality. We see the essence of life’s duality, that perfection does not exist without imperfection, and light does not exist without darkness. We decide to be a light.
Regardless of how anyone judges you, you get to decide your definition of strength and beauty. There is beauty in our scars, and imperfections. They quietly tell the story of our lives. You get to decide that you have worth, leaning toward people that support you to grow, and walking away with dignity from those that do not respect it. You get to decide to flip every conventional love song on its head, and love all of your pieces. You are the strongest person you know. Your strength does not need to be conventional, nor does it need validation by anyone. You become your decisions. You can find false protection by trying to control others and your environment, or true strength by learning to sit comfortably in the unknown.
Never give up on yourself.
I am not trained to sing (and I am not very good) but I enjoy it as I do dancing, and I recorded this thinking of someone that I love. I hope you appreciate it.
This song was always special to me. It tells a story of finding magic and story in life, in the small things, always. I often wish that I could share my view of the world with people that I love, because it feels like a beautiful place.
Suggested Citation:
Sochat, Vanessa. "I Love You, All of Your Pieces." @vsoch (blog), 22 Mar 2026, https://vsoch.github.io/2026/come-with-me/ (accessed 23 Mar 26).