i remember now, how easy it is to live half a life, to keep trying to outrun lies.
to get sucked into that blackhole of quiet despair, hopeless hoping, of feeling not good enough.
i am good enough. i'm good enough for anything this life can offer me. who am i to tell myself otherwise. who are you not to choose me?
circumstances, luck, fate, conventions and rules throw veils over our eyes but this much should be clear to each and everyone of us.
if we get disappointed, if we do not succeed, if we come in last, if we are looked over, if we feel ugly, still, how can we let life lead us to believe we are not worthy?

I am worthy.