Scott Stabile

I__e come to understand that life is a constant letting go.

Hey, Beautiful_There is room for all that you are and everything you have to offer our world.Share yourself.

Love is not quiet.Love is loud and clear. Love makes noise for justice, against all injustice,and never forgets those most vulnerable.I am seeing, more clearly than ever,what Love demands,and I will do my best to answer its callwith conviction, and an open heart for all.

A few things to remember:You are beautiful, just as you are. You are as worthy as anyone who has ever lived. Your voice doesn't just matter but is needed.Your love makes a profound difference.Your compassion serves us all.We are family.We'll figure that out someday,with a lot of dedication and hard work.It will be worth it.I love you.

With each day that passes, it becomes more and more clear that the most true way to make it through this life is with the deepest possible commitment to compassion and a relentless dedication to love.

There is so much we__l likely never agree on, but can we at least agree to be respectful and kind to each other anyway.

I see you. I see your strength and courage, your hesitations and fears. I see the way you love others, and your struggle to love yourself.I see how hard you work to grow, and your dedication to heal. I see your vulnerable humanity, and your transcendent divinity.I see you, and I love what I see.

My fear whispered to me, I am just trying to protect you.I whispered back, I know, but I__ stronger than you think.

Sometimes I act like I have my shit together more than I do. Sometimes I act like I don__ have my shit together as much as I do. I__ done acting. I__ rather just be okay with however together my shit is at the time, and still do my best to show up, as I am.

We are all many things. Sometimes people get used to us being the one thing they most expect from us, and they don't know how to handle the other many things we are and have to offer. This is not our limitation to own. Let's be whatever many things our heart calls us to be. There's not a lot of consistency in freedom, aside from fluid movement among the many things we are. And that's a mighty beautiful thing.

We are here to love. Everything else is distraction.

Everything is not a competition. In fact, nothing is, unless we make it so. Let's stand with, not against each other. We're all bringing our own magic to this world. It's not about "greater than" or "less than.__e can__ be in competition with each other if we just refuse to compete.

Why not to choose to believe in yourself, just to see what happens?

We can__ always be as brave as we want or need to be. We don__ always make the harder choice, the one we know we need to make in order to change things for real. Sometimes we give in to our fear. We choose known over unknown, comfort over uncertainty. Even though that__ often not ideal__o create our lives from fear__t__ definitely human. And, it__ okay. Our courage doesn__ suddenly disappear just because we choose to ignore it. It may hide for a bit and make us work a little harder for its attention, but it__ always there within us. We are born courageous, after all. Beautiful and brave. Whenever we get tired of playing at life with fear__ rules, at last determined to change things for real, our courage will be there__eady, able, excited for us to let it do its thing.

I had to break to pieces, so I could reassemble even stronger.

Our difference are beautiful yet sometimes connection requires us to focus on our similarities, like the fact that we are all trying, all struggling, all wanting to be seen and to be loved. Perhaps if we start there, with this basic understanding of what it means to be alive, we will grow in our connection to one another and learn to love the beautiful difference that embody our improbable human reality.

Thank you for being such a beautiful friend. I am in awe of you.

I used to listen to all the voices in my head that told me I wasn__ good enough, or that I would fail if I tried, or that everyone would judge me harshly for my truth. I used to let one fear or the other dictate how I chose to live my life. Not surprisingly, my life didn__ change much. I spent a lot of time with regret, and thinking about what could have been. I found myself wishing I__ at least tried to do some of the things I__ been so afraid to do. So I began to. I made the choice to hear all the fearful critics in my head without actually listening to them. I gave them a voice, but no longer a say. I had given all the power to my fear, after all, so it was within me to take it away. And my entire life changed, as every life does once we insist that our fears take a backseat to our courage and desire. Fear may not be a choice, but the commitment to take brave action, despite our fears, is always there for the choosing. I spent enough time obeying my fears. Too much time. Now I listen to different voices, the ones reminding me that no matter what happens, no matter what people think, the great potential of my life, and joy, lives within my commitment to live my life beyond my fear.