Hey there.

This is your sign. Right here. Right now. Do not scroll.

Life is tough, and our biggest judge is ourselves; but you know what, we’re also our biggest support group. Don’t do it. Whatever negative thought is lounging about in your mind, lingering on your wrist, or twisting your stomach into knots.

Stop. Breathe. And smile.

I know, it feels weird. Like it doesn’t belong there. It’s been such a long time. It almost feels fake. But guess what? It’s real and you have a lovely smile. You have an infectious laugh, an incredible mind, and a big heart. No matter what anyone says.

Even you.

You, my love, have the makings of greatness in you. You are a tiny sample of the universe. You are galaxies and planets and stars in one small, incredible package, and the very things that keep you down going to carry you up and up and up! Don’t believe the negativity. Don’t listen to the naysayers. Nothing’s impossible and you are a gift.
I know it seems like a long time from now, but cheer up. It’ll turn out alright in the end. You’ll see. Even miracles take a little time. We are given rough times to make us appreciate the good ones. We cry so we can laugh and we hurt so we can feel ecstasy once more. You just have to keep your chin up. There will be happiness again.

Finally, I don’t know if many people have told you this, so I’ll tell you, even though I may not know you, I believe in you. I believe in your smile, your laugh, and your strength that you can get through this every time It happens. I believe in your success. I believe in your ability to overcome this, and I believe in the love that still lingers inside of you.

So that’s it. That’s your sign. I hope it was good enough and I hope it was strong enough, and I hope that if you don’t believe in anything else, that you believe in this, and start believing in yourself. You’re gonna rattle the stars kid. I hope you see that and believe it.

Love,
A fellow stranger in the dark.


lachesism

n. the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a stiff prefabricated beam that barely covers the gap between one end of your life and the other.

(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows)


"Brighter once amidst the host of Angels, than the sun amidst the stars." - John Milton, Paradise Lost