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It's Okay

Peace is when you’re in the midst of all the craziness, and you can take a deep breath, despite all the bullshit, and know you’re okay. You’re okay. Be at peace…I’m at peace with all of the bad, and all of the good in my life. I’ve accepted that no matter how great my life is, there is still negativity everywhere. The only way to be at peace with life is to accept the negativity that comes with it. Feelings, emotions, and moments…they all pass. In fact, everything passes. You feel like you want to die? I promise you, if you’re patient, you will find a reason to live. You’re in love? I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re going to fall out of love. You’re sliding down your bathroom wall while your face is drenched in tears? You’re going to get up. And listen very carefully…YOU. ARE. GOING. TO. BE. OKAY. And how do I know all of this? Because that was me. I wanted to die, I fell in love, and I cried my heart out. As impossible as it sounded then, it happened. I’m here. I’m alive. And that has to be enough. For me, and for you. Let that be enough. Because once you realize that you are a living being, you are made of star dust, and billions of atoms. You are continuoulsy pumping blood, and thinking of the impossible. You can dream up things that have never happened before, and you can touch peoples lives with just a couple of words. WE ARE INFINITE. When you realize this, you will be at peace with yourself, and everything around you. Everything you want, and need will come to you. And when the time comes, it will all go. Life isn’t life without the terrifying factor. That’s one thing I’ve most definitely learned. 
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