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Listen to me, for what I have to say is something that I didn’t learn for far too long, and when I finally learned, it was almost too late. Life is not about what you look like, or how you are perceived by society, or how well you do in school, or how many mistakes you’ve made in the past. It is not about how much you weigh, or whether you are accepted into this endless cyclical machine that is the world we live in today. Life is so much more than numbers. Whether it be the numbers on a scale, or the grades you get on a test, or the number of times you start ‘rambling’ on about something, all of that becomes meaningless if you just take a moment to consider what life is really about. Life is about exploration, seeing the beauty in every single moment of every single day. Even sad moments have their beauty, for death can bring the living so much closer than they ever were before. Life is about discovering who you are and about accepting the fact that you are alive as a human being in this moment in time, so you might as well take advantage of that by finding what things you love, and what makes you happy. You have to seize the opportunities that are given to you. At this moment in time, finding happiness might seem impossible, and I’ll admit that it is utterly unrealistic to ask you to stop crying and start smiling at everything, because that’s not what life is about either. While life is this crazy, self-explorational experience, it’s also about discovering what your capacity is. You physically cannot shield yourself from emotion forever. All that will come from that is a breakdown so enormous that you feel yourself shattering into a million pieces. You are also allowed to breathe, and to feel, because all that means is that you are a human. Feeling is one of the most natural things that you can possibly experience, for it is the main thing that drives us to do the things that we do. You feel broken and shattered because the experiences that you’ve had are extremely painful and sad, and you’d have to be a robot to not feel upset by them. There are plenty of adults who wouldn’t be able to handle what you’re going through. But you are also feeling this way because you’ve kept it all bottled up, and tried to pretend that everything is fine, when it is entirely the opposite. You are simply scared of opening up and trusting people with yourself because you think they will shun you or think of you as attention seeking. You’ve pushed people away and kept them at arms length because you don’t want to risk hurting them like you’ve been hurt. But you have to realize the power of the friendship that you are so frightened of. Despite what you might think, people do like and appreciate you, and want to consider you their friend. Friends are people who are bonded together by mutual affection, who not only see each other through the good days, but also through the worst days. They’re the people you run to first, who will hold you in their arms as you cry, who will listen as you empty yourself of all the burdens and worries you are carrying. They will share in your grief and try to make things better as best as they possibly can. They won’t ever judge you. And no one will ever judge you for talking about what you’re going through. Talking about it is the least selfish thing you can do, because all you are doing is asking for help. We like to think of ourselves as very independent beings, and like dismissing the thought of asking anyone for help, but a mark of true courage is the ability to admit when you are at your most vulnerable. Know that asking for help is allowed and encouraged, and not asking is more damaging than you realize. Also know that you are greatly loved and valued by more people than you realize. There is a support network all around you for when you need it. And it seems to me that you could use it more than ever now. So, unload some of your burdens through your tears and transfer them to me. And don’t you dare feel bad about it.
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