Find a way of being you, and being happy.
I am not talking about the you, you feel you need to be but the you, you know you are.
Only you are capable of knowing what you can do.
Stop worrying about your identity and surround yourself with the humans you care about.
Surround yourself with ideas that matter to you, beliefs you support and can stand by, all those mountainous and microscopic things that inspire you to move forward.
The world does not deliver meaning to you, you have to make it meaningful.
It sure as hell ain’t easy, but that is the deal.
You have to live; you cannot live by dead ideas, clichés, billboards telling you what to eat, how to dress, what to smell like, material possessions you must consume.
In this life, people will hate you and love you for all kinds of reasons. You can either carry that weight on your shoulders, or rise above.
Live your truth and know your intentions, and the darkness cannot crawl inside you even if it is sitting between your two lips.
Do not let this world make you hard. Do not let others walk all over you, but also do not walk all over others.
I believe in kindness. In everything you do.
From how you carry yourself, to how you treat those around you, to stepping to the side of tiny creatures that walk the same path as you because their worth is just as important as yours.
A man who I let walk all over my heart, once told me that I wear my heart on my sleeve. For years I saw it as a flaw, as a weakness beyond my control despite my efforts to control and pull my sleeve over my heart in hopes that not a single soul would ever see how hard it beats again.
I will wear my heart on my sleeve until the day I die.
When it bleeds, it feeds me inspiration and not a damn soul can tell me where I should and should not place my heart.
Every time I write these words, I write them for you. I will carve out these pieces, and hand them over to you with blood soaked palms. With honesty and mountains of gratitude.
If my words can make you change how you think, make you change how you feel then I will make you believe in fighting for your life.
My labour has heart and I will spread my creations like wild-fire until the day I exhale my last breath and melt into this earth.
I never set out to become anything in particular. I just want sleep to pull my eyelids shut at the end of each night with the knowledge that I did what I could, I loved fiercely and lived close enough to the edge that I can see the sky kiss the pine trees.
Just keep going until you cannot anymore.
Then, go a bit further.