Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction.
People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.
I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
The universe is always speaking to us … Sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more.
My only competition is my own potential.