Life is not a class in
comparative literature. You do not get to write your story and
compare and contrast thematic effectiveness with others.
Stop feeling
sorry for yourself because somehow you don't measure up. There are
no answers as to who you are, in the lofty longing realms of desire.
Dream not of someone elses body, but feel and experience your own.
Dream not of a better life, but how you can make this moment
everything you need it to be.
What you need is an intangibility
written into the stars, you just have to reach out and grab it. Not
in a song, or a book, or a series of photos of someone else life, but
deep within yourself.
There is a voice.
Listen.
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