I'm proud of you.
I'm proud of you
for following your heart
for making effort even when you feel like you can't.
For fighting and stomping and throwing tantrums
and keeping on going despite not knowing
how the fuck to do that.
For doing whatever you need[ed] to.
I'm proud of you
for trying [new things] in spite of failures or fear.
for failing and being there, to watch, experience, learn,
decide whether you want it or not
being brave enough to defy expectations (including your own)
and moving on.
I'm proud of you
for facing your demons
for your curiosity and desire
to love life despite its pain and ugliness,
to see what it's like to
taste ordinariness off a different spoon.
I'm proud of you.
For making the impossible, possible.
For loving something so bad you can't breathe without it.
For walking, walking, walking
every day
forward, backward.
Experience is invaluable. You're making gains ;)
I'm proud of you
for having fun,
for smiling, laughing, crying.
For being silly and stupid.
For going with it. For being open enough to experience joy.
For doing whatever it takes to enjoy life. For carpe diem-ing
making memories
remembering them.
I'm proud of you
for not caring where it doesn't matter
and questioning whether it does or not.
For being unsure yet doing your thing
for experimenting and feeling out.
For being the scientist-artist of your life.
I'm proud of you
for being weird.
For being scared and true.
For not knowing who you are and where you want to be
for valuing yourself enough to not know that
and loving yourself enough to want to find out.
I'm proud of you
for searching, getting lost, finding the way again...
For putting up with it all, for not wanting to deal with the mess
yet going into it nonetheless.
I'm proud of you
for saying no when you need to.
For taking care of that very last ally you can lose:
yourself.
For being one in a few billions.
For wanting better, trying, failing, winning, waiting, doing, wanting, dreaming, daring, wondering ...
For living
and slowly dying.
For aging
and becoming
more and more
who you are.
For making your existence yours.
I'm proud of you
for being boring and ordinary
for being imperfect and relatable
for needing ~7 hours of sleep, some food, and water.
For being real
alive, breathing, mortal, vulnerable.
There's underappreciated beauty in that
in the plastic world we've built.
I'm proud of you.
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#4.6.23
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not too fluffy.
(write what you needed to read).
i prbly forgot a ton of stuff. it'll never be perfect.
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Poëzie~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...