You can't fight when you feel this lost.
You'll never be as good as you want to be.
(Impossible, obviously)
You'll never be as good as you want to be.
(Impossible, obviously)
You'll never have it all sorted.
(Impossible - life isn't static, things always change. So can't be sorted)
You are no less and no more than anyone else.
(How could it be otherwise?)
You are every bit as worthwhile as whoever you look up to most, and just as worthless as whoever you despise the most.
(Obviously)
You aren't the sum of your accomplishments or your looks or your thoughts or your feelings or your desires or aspirations or failures or anything.
You aren't anything and you don't have to be anything. Or anyone.
Also, there isn't anything you aren't or haven't the potential to be.
You don't get to decide.
You'll probably give up at some point. Or not. But.
Everything is terrible and unbelievably frightening and difficult, and also it's all happening and is not your fault or in anyone's control.
It's absolutely shit. And there is a flip side of unimaginable beauty and love and it's all here.
I don't know. It's just obvious.
Thank fuck for that!
