Fuck you for thinking otherwise. The word fuck is my favorite, honestly
Sometimes, the message you need to hear comes from the most unlikely of places.
I once read that I should think of my fear as an opportunity. Because once you have lived through your fears, you’ll have become who you were meant to be.
I’m not ready to see you online and active and not message me. I’m not ready to see your name slowly move down my favorites list until you are no longer on it. I’m simply not ready to go back and read our messages with tears in my eyes.
Apply for the job of your dreams. Finish the project you’ve worked on for ages. Do not run. Do not escape. Do not hide.
I want to move, I want to change, I want to talk, but nobody speaks my language, the language of the lonely, of the lost, of the hopeless
A growth-based decision becomes the story of your life later. A fear-based decision turns into regret.
“I have never in my life been so scared. Never have I ever thought I was about to be murdered.”
But here’s the thing about this fear and it’s invite to stay—safe. Most of the time what’s inviting us to face this fear, is our heart. It’s inviting us to take a big step towards our greatness and naturally, to our mind, this is scary.
I think I’ve been dreaming about my teeth falling out because I am constantly surprised when I remember how people can exist without me. I don’t think I’m necessarily a vain person—I am just so easily obsessed with other people that it sets me back a bit when I realize that’s not really how things work for everyone else.