84. You’re a blank canvas.
And that’s what’s so damn beautiful about you.

I’ve always been one of those kids who teachers said “had a lot of potential”. I consistently finished top of my class, had my writing read out in front of everyone, scored well in tests and had leadership roles. Then adulthood hit and everything turned to custard.
That’s when I realised that I was someone who attached a lot of value to social recognition. What other people thought about me mattered a lot to me. For the majority of my life, that’s how I felt happy. When I realised that I was living in an illusion, I felt lost. What did I do now that I didn’t have to please anyone?
Anything. I did anything else that wasn’t bound by obligation. I could write, compose, dance, speak, inspire and move. It was overwhelmingly beautiful. It’s a gift that I rediscover over and over when I write. You have this gift too. Don’t waste it.
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