Don’t try to please them because people will never, ever be fully satisfied by you. They’ll find your flaws and your mistakes and sometimes, they will define you for those.
I’m happy to say that I finally understand what being an adult really means.
I want her to be unapologetic and sure of herself in a world that so often fills us with self-doubt. I’ll tell her never to shrink herself to fit someone else’s idea of perfect. I’ll stress that her value does not decrease based on someone’s inability to see it.
This is the generation that smokes away the anxiety. The generation that drinks til everything left in vision blurs into the night. We kiss. But we are not in love
Believe in miracles. They are everywhere.
As we grow older, we learn that the words of Love you share with others are not always appreciated, are not always returned back to you.
Don’t ever compare your behind-the-scenes to someone else’s highlight reel.
At 18, I thought that I had to grow up and figure it all out, and at 22, I feel like I need to do the same. But truthfully, I feel like I could be 65 and still not have any clue how to be an adult.
I think it’s being bred into us. We talk about what we want to be when we grow up. In school, we pick majors to lead us in the right direction. We fill up resumes. More. More. More. Follow the dream! Figure it out! Keep going!
Being an adult is hard. It’s responsibility and sacrifice and this panicky feeling in your stomach that you’re behind everyone else your age.