we have a tendency to forget how splendid we are. we’re always so consumed by the world around us, the beauty it consists of. we’re so blinded by it all that we forget ourselves, and forget to forgive our selves. for our flaws, our errors, our mistakes. none of us are perfect. we can never be. perfection is a statistical impossibility. so everyday, we wake up, we rush, and we hurtle towards a goal someone somewhere has set for us. we don’t realize, that it’s okay to be a mess. a jumbled-up-thoughts, no-idea-whats-happening, can-i-just-chill-please, type of a mess. we forget to take deep breaths, to laze in bed and do nothing, to enjoy our own company, to just be. we need to learn to be okay with that. to know that it’s fine if you falter, if you fall. you can be a mess on the worst of your days, and a beautiful mess on the best of your days. your mess doesn’t define you. it simply shows that you have the courage to accept yourself just as you are: no judgements, no expectations, no falsity. because we have a tendency to forget how splendid we are: this is your reminder today. look in the mirror, embrace those faults, and live life the way it’s meant to be lived. be the way you’re meant to be.