Just the Way You Are

by Beth Moran

I would have missed all of this, if I’d listened to the guilt and the fear. Spent my evenings watching other people out there enjoying the world. Interesting people. With lives and dreams and minds of their own. And now I was one of them.

today was a new day, rich with endless possibilities as beautiful and magnificent as this new dawn.

there are imperfect, mixed-up, complicated people everywhere. People who are simply doing the best they can to shake off whatever’s been dumped on them, pick themselves up and keep on going.

didn’t know it was possible to miss someone so much while still being so happy not to have to see or hear from them.

‘Because a tiny chance is still a chance. And that makes it worth it.’

Is there a bigger risk than choosing to be yourself, however boring or peculiar that might be, and allowing other people to know that person, while committing to loving them for the long haul?