I know things are hard and we feel like giving up, but this earth is not binding our feet to the ground; we just have to reach a little higher.
We are not the product of our actions and words. With every rotation of the sun we are born again and have the chance to start over in a new, forgiving day.
Why are we dreaming of the day it will all come to and end when there are stars yet to be discovered, when there are people to meet and lives to change, when there are places to visit and cultures to learn?
This life is not about depression. This life is not about the moments we've spent wanting to give in.
This life is about the moment we decided we’re going to make it. The moment we decided the disorder is no longer going to control us. The moment we decided to reach a little higher.
Our story isn't over yet.
In some ways, it hasn't even begun.