Life is not about perfection, mate.
It`s about how hard you can mess it up,
and still stand your ground.
How deep you can fall,
and how fast you climb back up.
How big you can dream,
and how high you allow yourself to fly.
How many of your fears do you confront,
and which of your traumas do you transcend?

No one will remember how you have looked.
No one will remember what you want them to remember.
Actions are forgotten, and words are mostly a waste of time.

What will last is simple;
who you were,
how you`ve lived,
and what you gave to this world-
without expecting anything in return.