I have always prided myself on staying authentic, being real, and saying it like it is.
My physical appearance has not changed at all in the last year, but my thought process has.
To lead a good fucking life, you have to accept that you aren’t already holding all the necessary ingredients to it.
The most troubling aspect of assigning a human with one true calling is that you deny all that they can be.
She is authentic, a quality so rare these days. She knows who she is and she accepts people for who they are. She is never fake. Her genuine personality makes people trust her. She is real.
I’m afraid of forever being a shadow of who I think I should be.
Being lost for a year put me on constant contact with failure. So much so that, well I’m not sure I really fear it anymore, at least not as much as I used to.
Be kinder to yourself. Stop beating yourself up for things that are already in the past. They are only failures if you allow them to consume you. They are only failures if you quit. Forgive yourself for your misjudgments, because life really is essentially a trial and error kind of deal. Let go of all that holds you down and keeps you from moving forward. And then decide it is finally time to move on. And then move on.
I struggle to accept myself. I struggle to come to terms with my flaws, and they stand out to me more and more each day. The way I laugh a little too loud, the way I trip over my own two feet. The way I talk a little too fast, or how my hips stick out a little weird. I struggle to believe that everyone else has flaws too. Society has made me believe that I will never be good enough, that I will never fit in.
I figured that traveling would teach me so much about other cultures, other traditions and other people; and it has. I didn’t anticipate how much it would teach me about myself.