Keep going. It isn’t that you reach such heights, but that you’ve come from so far down. It isn’t that you find what makes you special, but that you don’t lose what makes you you. It isn’t that you’ll be liked by all, but that you could be loved by any. It isn’t that you’ll arrive someplace different, but that you’re where you’re meant to be right now. It isn’t that you belong to the world, but that you own your part of it. It isn’t perfection you’re striving for, but a lesser imperfection. It isn’t what you are, but what you’re going to become.
