There is a story about a girl who lived and didn't care, she laughed, cried and loved with her whole heart.

Every time her heart was broken she healed, stored the memories inside her mind and moved on.

She was strong, beautiful, alive and great.

She changed the world.

She never took no for an answer and pushed until the walls in front of her broke.

She ran until her feet bleed and then she learned to fly.

Who is she?

You are her. Pick up your broken pieces. Self pity is for the weak and lonely, but you are not that.

You are loved and surrounded

Breathe easy, breathe slow.

Dream.