I have learned over the years how essential gentleness towards oneself is. When you are having a bad moment, bad day, bad year, or a seemingly bad life you owe it to yourself to be kind, to be patient, and to be loving.
Beating yourself up over mistakes of the past or present doesn’t help you in anyway to do better. It’s an act of abuse against yourself, and it will only make you hurt more.
Don’t break apart your own soul. Don’t crush your heart into pieces. Please don’t destroy yourself from the inside out. Be gentle with yourself every single second of every moment of every single day. You are learning, you are growing — you will fumble and stumble but I know you can and will rise again.
You are worthy of your own attention, care, and forgiveness. If you’ve been treating yourself badly today I really hope that you’ll take this opportunity to no longer speak hate into your life but rather love, hope, healing, and joy.
You are not a bad person.
You are not a failure.
You are not meaningless.
You are not born to suffer.
You are not fated for misery.
You are a precious human being. Sweetheart, YOU ARE A PRECIOUS HUMAN BEING. A bad moment doesn’t change that. A mistake doesn’t undo your worth. You are a magnificent treasure, and I hope that today you would begin the process of restoring your soul.I needed this today. Maybe one of you need this too.
I wish I were a poet.
…the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them.
What’s real? What isn’t real?
Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking.
What does life depend on?
I wish I had made things for life to depend on.
I wonder what it is like to be loved by someone so intensely that you forget you are human. Such an electric love that will electroshock you to the point where you can light up this whole town. I wonder what is like to break your teeth on your lover’s neck.
I dream of a love made of darkness and desperation. Scratching your lover’s skin so the stardust can bleed on your mattress. Therefore, both of you can become one universe.
I am curious to know what it like to be madly kissed in the dirty corners of a jealous city, against a graffiti wall. And for the people to force you into rehab because this affair keeps you so high, you keep on seeing a pink sky and clouds of candyfloss.