I’m clinging to one last thought: pain is the harbinger of hope. You have to be alive to feel pain. If you are alive, then you have purpose. If you have purpose, then you have hope.
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can't have any result whatever, you've beaten them.
The more a thing is perfect, the more if feels pleasure and pain.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
be-yourself confidence fitting-in individuality those-who-matter
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Feel Inferior Make Without You