Hell isn’t somewhere you go. Hell isn’t other people. Hell isn’t punishment for your sins or mistakes or pain you inflicted. No. Hell is something you carry with you. Hell is what stares back at you every single time you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see. Hell is every day you wish away by desiring to be someone else, somewhere else.
The most important words in the world, for what follows them creates your reality. Creates hell or heaven. Makes you feel awesome, like a force of nature, or as if you are not relevant, weak, ugly, stupid.
That is all, my friends.
That is all.
Then why would you like to crawl through life, as if everyone else is better, as if you are not worthy. Why hate yourself? Why spend your days waiting for a day when it will all be over, when you’ll be finally happy, when you’ll feel loved.
It doesn’t work like that.
It never ends.
You have to fight. And keep fighting.
To be who you want to be. To define yourself. To create your own destiny.
Here’s the funny thing: you’d never have the guts to talk to others the way you talk to yourself. To be so mean, so critical, so judgmental. And, truth be told, the only person you can never get away from is yourself.
You can never travel far enough to run away from the unhappiness in your heart.
I am… the most important words, for what follows after them shapes your life. And unless you understand it all, you will go through life as if your destiny is governed by outside forces. By circumstances you could never change.