What if every single time something shitty happened, in school or family or health or legal things, it was not bad luck or unfair or painful but a lesson. What if life was like school for being awesome and each failure you hit was really the lesson? Say the teacher was your fellow man and like a great teacher, we see you with beaming eyes. The glow is excitement for who you will become and how great you’ll be, how prepared for danger, how ready you can be to take on the crazy and dangerous of the Universe. There is literally nothing against you, everything is teaching you or hiding behind the worry and fear; but its always on your side and present if you look for it.

This world belongs to you and everyone else. There is no ownership of things, that is a game some men made up and have convinced everyone to play and it creates fear. There is nothing you can’t be or standards you can’t reach. There are simply steps to get there and how you want to feel. A person’s choices and creativity is their real worth, not their record or cash value. To give worth on record rather than ability is to declare credence to perfection with ignorance to pain; a hollow flawed decadence of valor. To test now is real. A person is always free until they create a prison in their own mind, of their own emotions, options and thoughts. If you wanna be the goddamn dream Unicorn, go get it. Limits are not by credentials, limits are by what we cast upon ourselves.

Nothing which hurts you makes you less until you say it does and define yourself as shorted. Perhaps you will have less money, or time or a friend will die or limb will fall off. That is part of life changing, not a loss but a particular piece of one arbitrary worthiness defined in the past. You weren’t born with wings, were you? And if you had wings, then you could fucking fly! But you don’t have em… pity. Now live life saddened by that lack? Or realize all judgements are standardized to an arbitrary expectation and count your blessings against the real standard, even fucking existing at all.

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