Believe.


"Watch your hands move along my face, they trace all the lines I have lived.
It's not hard to love your scars because that's everywhere you've been."

Love keeps us alive.
So when you're stuck at the crossroads, in the darkness of uncertainty, anxious over the outcomes of your decisions in tough situations, under duress because of the pressure of living up to yourself, take a moment and love.
Simply and completely. There can never be as deeply fulfilling a feeling, as that of knowing you have something worth looking up to, with adulation, adoration and intense self belief that pronounces- you deserve it.

You deserve to be loved. You are the finest light of a thousand suns, you are the reason this world is happier place, a home to a man bereft of it, a spark of fire in the winter, dewdrops for the parched throat.

You deserve to spread that light. This world needs you to. It's starving for your honesty, integrity and that smile. It's restless because of anticipation of inspiration that you alone can evoke.

So when the world's against you, you're shrouded by your loneliness, self- doubt, insecurity, look at yourself in the mirror and dive in to your depths. Discover that treasure trove of unshakeable conviction that's kept you alive, despite every painful moment and agony of a thousand cuts to your soul, that you thought you couldn't endure, of you being worth the happiness that makes life worthy of the pedestal it should be on.

Wear your fears like an armour. Realize they make you who are. And understand that you're more than them, you own them and fight. Fight till you can't breathe, fight so the sacrilege shatters before it occurs, fight every moment till you are who you want to be.

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable sparks in the hopeless swamps of the approximate- the not quite, the not yet. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserve but have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is possible. It is real. It is yours."

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