Feel your heart beating. Listen to it.

Don’t let fear direct you to places where you feel small and inadequate.

Don’t listen to that little voice inside your head that tells you you’re not good enough.

Let love guide the way. Let love guide the way. Let love guide the way.

Let love guide the way and that soft beating of your heart will become the beating of a drum so loud you have no choice but to listen.

Bang, it says.

Bang—go your own way.

Bang—stand up for who you are.

Bang—don’t lose faith.

Bang—be weird and wild and travel places you know nothing about. Kiss people just because it feels good and quit school if it’s suffocating you. Dye your hair pink and swim naked and scream off the top of your lungs. Write until your fingers bleed and sleep under the stars and change your mind all the time and wander the earth with no plan but to feel, feel, feel what it’s like to truly be alive.

Bang—let people tell you to be different and act differently and live differently and fit in better and change your way of life.

Bang—know that all those people are wishing they had the guts to be themselves, too.

Your heart is bang, bang, banging its way to places where you you have no choice but to finally understand just how fucking great you are. How much you deserve. How great it is that there is no one like you and every time you dance to that rhythm of your heartbeat the entire world becomes a better place.

Feel your heart beating.

It’s time to stop asking for advice.

You know what to do.

 

Relephant:

We Were Made to Love.

 

Author: Rachel Brathen

Editor: Katarina Tavčar

Photo: Author’s own