Even in the days I feel the worst, I feel glad to be alive. To be a part of this journey called life. To be one of the lucky 7 billion. Why was I chosen to be here? I must have a meaning, right? There's a big picture already painted of my life, my legacy, my happiness. I just have to trust in it.
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I: 1940-1956
Many of you are lacking the whimsy , the ability to see beauty in the mundane , the childlike innocence that keeps us truly living.
She’s art
my mind is very beautiful and it’s going to take me very far.
Take a minute right now and breathe. Remind yourself that you will get through this.
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