acceptance

One of the most difficult things I ever did was learn to support myself through my whole range of emotional experiences without running away.

The more accepting I've become about all the pieces of myself__ven the crazed, hysterical ones__he more relaxed I've become with who I am.And then one day you figure out how to be more peaceful with all of your hysteria, and suddenly you__e not as hysterical so often.

I'll let you in on a secret ...How to avoid taking a wrong turn. I speak from experience. Don't blame the world around you. The world is very much larger ...than you realize. Large enough to embrace all of you.

Learn from past experiences but accept them all as perfect while staying in the present. Let go of everything that doesn't serve you.

You are allowed to float around having no damned idea what you want to do with yourself with no actual time frame in which you need to figure it out.

I want to share my story, and I want to know yours. I believe with all my heart that sharing our stories, the real, ugly, broken ones, is one of the most powerful things in the world, because to share our story we must first accept it. We must own it. We must stop running from it or shoving it into the corner when company comes over. To share our story is to admit that we've been changed.

But you don't always get what you want;,you get what you get

The greatest satisfaction comes not from chasing pleasure and avoiding pain, but from the radical acceptance of life as it is, without fighting and clinging to passing desires.

Sometimes you just have to know when the battle you__e fighting is one best walked away from, than fought to the cold, bitter end.

If you plan for failure, then you are expecting to fail. If you plan for success, you__l be successful. Once you start making a __lan B_, you distract from __lan A_, and the moment you start believing there are other options, you start settling for less.

You won't lose anything admitting that you've failed or you are struggling just remember not to dwell on that reality.

The more I love nature the least I'm afraid to die. I wouldn't mind being a part of the trees and the place that makes everything possible.

People always, always talk about confidence, it__ supposed to be such an attractive thing. I wonder why though, why is it supposed to be such an attractive thing? When confidence hides so many other things that are so much more beautiful! When you think of being confident, you think of tucking away all those other things that you consider to be nuisances; but those nuisances make up whom you are! And those nuisances are beautiful. They are beautiful and they are you and they__e always going to be there, even when you try to cover them up! So what happens when they all come out one day? Are you going to feel like less of a person? Are the people who are supposed to love you, going to see you as less of a person? I say that it__ not about going out into the world and putting on a certain face_ it__ just about going out into the world. I__e gone out into the world! And I don__ put on that face! Or any other face, as a matter of fact! I don__ want to hide the way I play with my hair to feel more secure or the way I laugh at all the wrong times. I don__ want to hide those things because those things are a part of me. And I can still go out into the world_ and all alone, too! I know so, because I__e actually done it! So more important than confidence_ is serenity and acceptance. The serenity comes from having a deep acceptance of all those little things about you that add up like the trillions of molecules and atoms you are made up of! And that__ just beautiful. Being beautiful is something rooted and strong; being confident is just a matter of putting on something that isn__ even a real part of you. Falling in love with the molecules that make up your essence is so much more attractive. And maybe that__ what confidence really means_ the acceptance and belief in every single atom that you are.

Don't tell a lie to be loved, speak the truth to be hated.

The only way we succeed as a group is not simply following directions, but in keeping each other accountable for our actions.

And suddenly, lying in bed, I became aware of every inch of my body and I apologised to it, quietly. I apologised for bring so ungrateful for so long. Then I thanked my arms, hands and fingers for always trying so hard. I thanked my legs and feet for holding me up all the time. I thanked my brain for working so amazingly well and conjuring up thoughts and dreams and sentences and images and crazy poems. And I thanked all my organs for working together and giving me life. It had taken four and a half billion years for me to be here. Right now. In this universe. And in that moment, I felt totally overwhelmed at being alive. There could be nothing but there was everything. I didn't want to waste a single second more worrying about trivialities. Worrying that I'd never match up to an ideal that didn't even exist. Nobody is normal. We are all different. I had to make sure that every moment I had left on this planet counted.

You cannot become good enough for your own approval just like you can't become good enough to have hair. You cannot earn your own self-acceptance just like you can't earn your own ears. You can't become what you are. Stop looking out there. Look in the mirror. You're already everything you've ever wanted to be.

There are certain people who will always seek to criticize. This has nothing to do with you. It must be hard to be inside their head, you know? I mean if they find so much fault in everyone around them... then one can only imagine the faults they must see in themselves.