and i think to myself, what a wonderful world
My favourite Christmas carol is silent night because of the line “holy infant, so tender and mild” because I like to imagine the baby Jesus as a chicken wing
jesus only had 12 followers
but they talked to him
why don’t you guys talk to me
If I could tell my former self anything, I would tell me to be a hell of a lot braver. I would say, ‘If you think something, say it. If you feel something, say it. If you have discovered anything to be true — if you have found something to believe in — hold it close, but remember that happiness is only true when you have someone to share it with. Remind yourself that you know something, even if it is only one thing, for certain.
The world gets scary. You will not be prepared. You will want, more than anything, to curl up in bed and surrender yourself to only the gods of coffee and re-runs. You will whine into your pillow like a child. You will fear dying having accomplished nothing. You will cry for the future, for the potential it holds, not knowing whether or not you’re capable of reaching that potential, so instead, you will be tempted to waste it. Do not let these demons of fear control you. Every minute in fear is a minute you will not get back. In you is the power to seize.
If you find nothing else to know for certain, know for certain your worth in this world. You are here for a purpose that belongs to you alone. You are rare, and you, my love, are made up of the same elements that make up stars. You have inside of you the potential to shine, and if you let the fear of falling stifle you — because someday we all will fall — you’ll live a life trying to cling to coffee, to re-runs, to parts of your life that limit you, control you, define you. Your purpose will never be spelled out for you. Life has decided it is your responsibility to search for your purpose endlessly. You must find it, and you must keep trying to find it even after you think you’ve found it, just to be sure.
You are powerful. You are not meant to me limited, controlled, or defined. You will evolve. You will continuously change. You will build an entire life around an idea of your future, and you will never think — when you finally have it — that it could all fall apart. If it does fall apart, it is okay. You will overcome it; it will become part of what makes you shine. It will be part of your story that is, with every second, being written. You are the writer. You alone are the writer.
Nothing will ever turn out exactly as you’d planned, and that is okay. You will have your heart broken. A few times, you may even break your own heart. Hurting will sometimes feel like it could kill you, but know that the fear of hurting will only make you incapable of risking what’s necessary to be happy.
Do not hold yourself back.
Diaries of N.A-E.Swanson (via tongue-tiedprose)
You have the potential to become the sun.’