I am nothing and that’s okay.

(Poor punctuation warning it’s 2:30 am)

We have to remind ourselves that it’s okay to just exist. It’s okay to just take up space.We were not made to work 8 hours a day 5 days a week, we were not made to count calories until our bones protrude, we were not made to be so anxious that we want to climb out of our skin, we were not made to be Robots and have that result in our self worth, our accomplishments, our happiness.

Instead I dream of a place where those things are hollow empty ideas that have been thrown into a void while humanity screams blasphemy. Can we not measure our accomplishments by how many butterflies we’ve seen in a day ? Can we not measure our self worth by the warmth in someone’s smile, by the gentleness one has towards others. Can we not measure our happiness by the beauty of simply existing. How about sunsets, and huge white clouds ? The first snow of the year and the smell of autumn finally arriving. That’s a happiness we feel in our bones because we are alive in a place where those things exist. Find happiness in the way a dog wags his tail or a leaf dances happily to the ground, find it in your best friends laughter or the smell of brownies baking in the oven. It’s okay if today you did nothing, it’s okay if tomorrow you do nothing as well. Find your peace, find your happy. Stop letting the world put so much fucking pressure on you to be something, to be someone. Be whoever the fuck you want to be and do whatever the fuck you wanna do as long as it makes your soul sing, as long as it makes your heart feel warm, as long as it brings you peace . We have so much pain in this world and the last thing we need to do is be at war with ourselves so even if you have to take it day by day or even second by second practice loving yourself. Practice appreciating all the things you bring into the world instead of everything you believe you lack. Artists often use white space, a spot of the paper filled with nothing, no ink, no graphite, not paint, though on its own it’s not very pretty when you step back and look at the whole paper, that white space is used to created something finale. We all have our bits of white space and that’s okay. We live on a floating ball in what is essentially fucking nothing.