I don't need to be liked by everyone. I need to be true to myself.
"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."
The truth is often hidden in the spaces between words, in the silence that speaks louder than any sound.
You have to be willing to fail, to be wrong, to start over again with lessons learned.