No matter what hole opens up in front of me, the universe comes along and fills it. This belief carries calmness. Because every challenge pushes me in the right direction. So I welcome the trials. Each a way to prove myself to the heavens. I toss my cig and laugh at it all.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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