self-acceptance

Does our purpose on Earth directly link to the people whom we end up meeting? Are our relationships and experiences actually the required dots that connect and then lead us to our ultimate destinies?

I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself _ my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.

I don__ need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.

Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. I__ going to help you forgive the things that you won__ let yourself forget.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

The peak of happiness is attained when a person has accepted to be what he is.

For so many years, I couldn__ understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like_ for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I__e ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. I__e breathed all of them in so deeply that I__e nearly choked and died on every soul that I__e ever given myself to.

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.

Don__ worry if people think you__e crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they__e destined to be.

To be alive simply means to have faith, one has faith that the air one breathes will sustain one, hence being alive without the other kind of faith will be counterproductive to the reason one is alive.

A person archives self-realization by engaging in deliberate contemplative acts that serve to unify of all aspects of the self. To deny part of the self, a person risks spiritual decay.

We must each ascertain our own way to quantify the world. We can choose to peer at life harshly or benevolently. The prism that we select to view the world ultimately is the same standard that we employ to judge ourselves.

In life one has a choice to take one of two paths: to wait for some special day - or to celebrate each special day.

I am here. I am in the present tense. I'm not always here, and sometimes here is a very difficult place. Sometimes it is a labyrinth, or a Minotaur, or a rope I can neither let go of nor follow. It's hard to find the right words, but I guess I would say that it's something like feeling the floor. And that it is my privilege to feel it.

When we accept ourselves for what we are, we decrease our hunger for power or the acceptance of others because our self-intimacy reinforces our inner sense of security. We are no longer preoccupied with being powerful or popular. We no longer fear criticism because we accept the reality of our human limitations. Once integrated, we are less often plagued with the desire to please others because simply being true to ourselves brings lasting peace. We are grateful for life and we deeply appreciate and love ourselves.

Home is the place I can live with myself, without hating myself.

That's an animal fable about humility. If you survive your mistake, you must learn from it. Accept that you're fragile, vulnerable, and sometimes stupid. Realize that you're not immortal and you've got to take care of yourself. And then laugh it off and fly away.

Not all experience the same sentiment while doing the same exact activity.