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I Will Love Myself Despite The Ease With Which I Lean Toward The Opposite.

I Will Not Stop. I Will Not Slow Down. I Will Not Pull Over To Ask For Directions. I Will Build The Road That Takes Me Where I Want To Be And I Will Drive, Drive, Drive. I Will Drive Until The Vehicle Around Me Breaks Down, Falls Apart And Tumbles Into Useless Debris... And Then I Will Walk.

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

I Have Loved This Life. I Smile Because I Have Tiny Dreams That Play Hopscotch At The Corners Of My Mouth. And Every Time I Breathe They Float, Every Time I Laugh, They Fly Kites.

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.