so. i wrote this passage in my diary recently that shifted my entire world and has not left my mind… i’m just going to write an excerpt of it here in case anyone finds it interesting:
What if I accepted myself? Accepted the world? Not in a way that would mean giving up at trying to improve myself and the world as much as being fine, being harmonious inside, in unison with my inner and outer landscape, and thus stronger and more sure of myself as I worked for worthy things?
Maybe I don’t need to keep trying to think of new ways to trick myself into being the person I want to be, like cajoling an old, stubborn horse. Maybe it’s alright to exist without shame motivating all my actions. I can accept the flawed person I am, see her clearly, and work for her benefit—instead of willing her to be a different person by force. Maybe light touches can do what pushing, shoving, and cursing cannot. I know I am a drop in a sea of people; what if we all did better by our humble selves? What if every person let go of shame? In my head I see the sea gone a gentle shade of lavender, in response to that notion.
(via bipercabeth)
