“Dare to Be

When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.

When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.

When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.

When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.

When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.

When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.

When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.

When times are tough, dare to be tougher.

When love hurts you, dare to love again.

When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.

When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.

When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.

When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.

When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.

When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.

Dare to be the best you can –

At all times, Dare to be!”

Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via kushandwizdom)

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Monday 9:16 am
You bought me coffee and it spilled all over me and burned my skin. How fucking ironic.

Tuesday 12:36 pm
I wrote a poem about you for English class. My teacher gave me an A and sent me to the guidance counselor.

Wednesday 4:09 am
You now have a voicemail from me crying into the phone. Please don’t bring it up later.

Thursday 8:08 pm
I skipped school today because my heart was bleeding, I think. I don’t really know what’s going on in my chest right now. But I think it feels like what you’d feel if your heart started bleeding. And I know hearts are supposed to pump blood and stuff so I guess it’s like hearts are always bleeding but that’s not what I mean. I mean like, if someone fucking slashed it down the middle.

Friday 12:19 pm
I’m hiding in the back of the library because the new boy in math class smells like you and I got dizzy.

Saturday 6:03 am
I haven’t fucking slept and I need to hear your voice but I know that if I do I’ll fucking lose it. But does it really matter? I’ve already lost you. What else is left? You were everything. That was a really big mistake. I shouldn’t have made you everything. You could’ve been half of everything. Then maybe I’d be half okay. And you can come back from half okay. You can get good. But you can’t come back from the dead. I’m so fucking dead. You were so fucking everything.

Sunday 10:09 pm
I can’t sleep because you’re not here. But if you were here, I’d just be shaking really hard, trying to keep my heart from pounding so hard it breaks my ribs, and trying to keep from kissing you. Maybe I’ll just never sleep again. You always said you liked the way I look when I’m tired.

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When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope. Pittacus Lore, I Am Number Four (via kushandwizdom)