Being human

We are human, but what does that truly mean. We make mistakes, and we are imperfect. We look for our worth in another’s eyes, and we go off of what is put forth. We look for their answers, not our own. We are filled with madness. We are simply just messy when it comes to life. We color outside the lines. Our uniqueness makes us imperfect to others but perfect to ourselves. You can be strong but still have an empathetic heart. It’s okay to be human, to be you.