I like weird people. The black sheep, the odd ducks, the eccentrics, the artists, the loners. People who actually think for themselves, the kind whose morals are not swayed by groupthink. These people have the most beautiful soułs.
“Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.”
~Rudyard Kipling
idk who needs to hear this but in order to become a better person, you must first realize how horrible you really are. not in the dramatic sense, but in the quiet ways you sabotage yourself, repeat unhealthy patterns, hurt people who care about you, or tolerate what wounds you. you cannot grow if you keep pretending you’re innocent in the story you created.
i'm finally coming to peace with the fact that you can't keep tripping over what you can't control, all you can do is stay solid on your end. Everyone gonna do what they want regardless of how you feel. Don't lose your mind tryna figure out where you went wrong.