I'm no longer going to be striving to be perfect or even good. I have absolutely no obligation to either of those things. I won't be wasting my time feeling guilty and repenting things I cannot change. I will let myself expand and live. I'll love what I love. I'll listen to other people's hurt and pain, and share mine with them. Meanwhile, the sun rises and sets each day. Flowers bloom and wither, birds migrate and return, trees shed their leaves and wake up again. No matter how lonely and desperate I might feel today, tomorrow is another day to try again. My imagination is endless, crosses time and dimension, sleeps awhile, and then comes on like fury. These are the things to remember in my darkest times. I am that flower, that bird, that tree, and I will awaken to beauty when it's time. And that time is my choice.
