From Tiny Buddha
There’s nothing wrong with me.
And there’s nothing wrong with you.
Here’s how I know both of these statements are true:
You’re playing the game of life as best you know how, and trying to get better every day. You can’t possibly do someone else’s best, so there’s no point in stressing about it.
You make mistakes like everyone else, which allows you to learn as you go. That means you’re doing what you should be.
You’re unique, whether you’re introverted or outgoing, book smart or street smart, creative or technical—the list goes on and on. You’re the world’s only opportunity to know a person just like you. The only hope to share what only you can.
There’s no such thing as the way you should be. If you do what you enjoy and don’t harm other people, you’re living a beautiful life.
You will never become someone—you are someone right now, whether you influence millions of people or mean the world to just one person. Your impact is powerful, whether you realize it or not.
If someone hurts you, you don’t deserve it. No one does. End of conversation.
You feel emotions and respond to them. That’s the way this whole humanity things works. If you could stand to improve the way you respond, newsflash: you’re still like everybody else.
You have a pulse right now, and it’s your choice what you do with it. There’s no right or wrong answer. (Unless what you want is to maim a puppy or something equally perverse.)
You choose what you think is best, or else you wouldn’t choose it. As you get new information and grow stronger and smarter, you’ll make different choices.
You are beautiful, inside and out.