“Sometimes you have to look at your life and look at your priorities and decide if they match up. And if they don’t, you can’t allow yourself to shrug your shoulders and sigh with disapointment.
You are not a failure, you are never a failure. You are a work in progress, a beautiful, horrific, lovely, awkward, shameful, fabulous, glowing, dramatic work of art. Some days your colors are like the rainbow, shaking and trembling with their conherence. Some days they all drip to the bottom of the canvas, a brown puddle. But you can always start again. You deserve a life you want to live, you deserve a life that makes you crave the daylight so you can begin again, you deserve a life that makes you smile, but you deserve a life so full and true that you cry as well.”
Failing is hard. Mainly because it changes our character, making us stronger. It changes our direction and reminds us that life really can’t be all neatly planned out. So I won’t be ashamed of failing because I’m not perfect, I’m not a robot. I’m a human full of beautiful imperfections and halves that don’t quite make a whole. And that’s ok, to be missing pieces of ourselves only to discover them along the way; to pick them out of starry nights and windy days by the water, nights by candlelight and mornings spent in sunshine with the one you love. Life is imperfect, we’re imperfect, and it is all perfectly fine.
Every. single. thing. will. be. just. fine.