I can’t say I’m proud of my life, but I can say I’m proud that I’ve learned. I’ve learned that I can’t rely on everyone, but I can’t expect everyone to hurt me either. I know some things don’t work out, but I know everything has been for the better. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to walk around with a smile. But I know where I’ve been, and where I’m going. I know who I am and who my friends are. I’ve had some tough stuff thrown at me, but I’ve gotten by. I’m not one to complain, so I’ll keep trying. And in the end, I’ll know I did my best.
If you try anything, if you try to lose weight, or to improve yourself, or to love, or to make the world a better place, you have already achieved something wonderful, before you even begin. Forget failure. If things don’t work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again.
I’ve always followed my heart instead of my head. I’ve always jumped, always took that leap of faith into the unknown, having no idea of what the outcome of my actions would be. But now, now it’s clear. I need to stop following my heart. I just need to stop, before I do anything at all. I need to stop and think about it, about what I am about to do. I need to think about whether it is right or it is wrong. Because when you follow your heart, you lose track of what’s right and what’s wrong and it tears you apart.