Be broken like a puzzle missing pieces, still forming a picture.

Wear the scars of experience like a seasoned warrior wearing badges of honor.

Be a mess like a Picasso painting, chaotic yet beautiful.

Be the teacup with a chip in it like a library book with worn pages that’s been loved and read over and over.

Be sentimental and whimsical like a nostalgic tune that evokes the deepest emotions.

Like what you like, like a child enjoying their favorite ice-cream without worrying about what others think.

Like things for literally no other reason than because you like them, like a bird that sings for the pure joy of it.

Let people find you, like a mountain that stands tall and proud, waiting for climbers to discover its beauty.

It’s okay not to make the most of every chunk of time, like a river that doesn’t rush but still reaches the ocean.

Be who you are, like a peacock displaying its feathers, unashamed of its true colors.

Be an outcast. A lone wolf under the moon, unique in your solitude and strength.

Inspired by “It’s Okay” p.10 from the Comfort book- Matt Haig