You are first and foremost meant to live the life of your choosing
You are allowed to dream
You are allowed to act out
You are allowed to be mad at the world as long as you go back to realizing that it doesn’t owe you anything and never means you any harm
You are allowed to forgive and to apologize
You are allowed to scream and cry
You are allowed to realize your full potential
You are not allowed to ignore your full potential
You are allowed to love freely and whoever you want
You are allowed to be ignorant, but I recommend against it
You are allowed happiness and the pursuit of it
You are allowed to be an idealistic fool and a hopeless romantic
You are allowed to be an over-analytical egghead
You are allowed to be a geek or a nerd or both
You are allowed to chose your friends
Unfortunately you are not allowed to chose your family, but that needn’t be a bad thing
You are allowed to be anything you want
You are allowed to think me a naive fool, who is living in her own dream world full of ideals and never had to struggle to achieve anything
You are allowed to think whatever you like, for thoughts are free
You are allowed joy
You are allowed hope
You are allowed to be human
And you don’t get to enjoy any of those things, because I allow them. No, but because they are your inherent right for having been born into your skin onto that thin outer crust of that little blue, precious marble that provides us with shelter and a place to call home.
Nobody said it would be easy, but hell do we ever not need to make it any worse for ourselves or each other.
Go forth, and live.
And make it count.
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