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I pray you stop trying to save yourself vicariously through the love of others and learn how to love yourself instead.

Do the things that scare you until nothing does. Do it every day. No matter how big, no matter how small. Talk to that cute person. Ask for that job. Do it until you gain momentum and life becomes exciting. Know that you are capable of so much more than you know.

But at some point you have to stop being so angry, you have to stop being so sad, you have to stop killing yourself and start being gentle with yourself. At some point you have to just let it all go and be happy, you have to spread love instead of being afraid of it. You have to love yourself and everyone around you before its too late. Dont waste away being unhappy over trivial things dear. Dont do it. Dont do it to yourself and dont let other people do it to you.

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.

Love her… Love her like a fish loves the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love her in the way that your heart feels like it’s going to burst at any moment every time it beats. Love her skin and the way it feels against your own, soft and warm and utterly flawless. Love her for the way her voice trembles when she can’t keep it together anymore and love her when she holds onto you as if you were the only thing that was keeping her alive. Love her, because some days she just can’t do it herself.

I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe that you have the strength to bear it.

You were never created to feel depressed, defeated or unworthy. You were created to be loved, and to value who you are.