I am imperfect. Often unhappy. Many times depressed. Rarely confident. Perpetually aware of my shortcomings. I am anxiety-ridden, addiction prone, neurotic, monkey minded, social outlier.
What do I do with all that?
I love. I say thank you. I seek people who bring out the best in me. I support the things I believe in. I battle the demons that seek to take me down. I am a warrior. I work to forgive myself. I have no choice to but forgive others. I look for the best in every situation. I show up for the people I care about. I listen to opinions and stories different than mine. I read motherfucking books.
I sit in the woods. I sit with my thoughts. I sit with god inside of both those things.
I wage war on the things that killed who and what I love. Suicide, drug addiction, modern warfare. I ride into the darkness searching for a better world.
And I will be damned if we don't reach it.