Perfection is a Disease

i just try.

I think it’s important
to remember that when it comes to life,
things never stay the same.
Whether it be friendships, relationships, families, homes, or yourself-
nothing is permanent.
Although that sounds bittersweet,
to say goodbye to all the things that you once knew,
it also brings new adventures and experiences.

And I think it’s important to remind myself
every now and then
that it is okay to change
regardless of the people around you and if they open up to it or not.
You will change but a part of you will always be the same.
Hold on tight to that part
because that is the part you never want to lose.

Seasons change and so does the weather.
People walk in and out;
they will open doors just to close them.
And you will close up and then open up again,
but don’t ever lose yourself.
Let yourself accept the change
but don’t forget who you are.

I hope you never have to lose yourself
to find out who you are
and the pieces you want to keep.
Because I did.

Ming D. Liu, A Story A Day #87 (via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

I think one of the most universal human experiences is feeling alone. You’d never know it, but there’s most likely tons of people feeling the exact same way. Maybe because you’re feeling abandoned. Maybe because you realize that you aren’t as self-sufficient as you thought. Maybe because you know you should’ve handled something differently. Or maybe because you aren’t as good as you thought you were. Either way, when you hit that low point, you have a choice. You can either wallow in self-pity, or you can suck it up. It’s your call.

—J.D. (via arkitextura)


"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it. 

I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”

(via perfectcuddlesize)