How does it feel to know that you’re simply just another person in the world? We’re so consumed within ourselves, but when you really think about it- we’re all but a spec in the big skim of things. That’s frightening to me.
How can we possibly believe that we have the power to have things go the way we want them to? None of us are more special than the next … Maybe that’s what makes us all beautiful. We are all on borrowed time … And just the fact that we got a chance should make us all feel lucky … Maybe.
Maybe because we exist to begin with means something. Like really. Why do we even think if it isn’t for some bigger purpose. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I’m like … Wow. I’m here. This is happening! And it’s soooooo fucking scary. Never forget that you are a person. Whether you are this or that, point is that you are HERE! Shouldn’t that mean something? It has to, right? So forget about the past. Move on! You are special no matter what others say and MOST IMPORTANTLY no matter what you tell yourself. You have the power to be because you already are. There is no such thing as perfection because you are perfectly you. You exist. Gently - as an individual in a universe filled with infinite possibilities.
Even if it hurts to wake up in the morning sometimes, even if you struggle to take that next breathe or make that next move … You are here and that in itself is incredible. You are a force to be reckoned with my love.
I might not know everyone that follows me but … FUCK! I’m happy that you got a chance.